Come Again

I will preface this post by saying I love my life, I am quite content, and by no means does this post indicate some sort of flaw or secret longing in my life. I have the best husband in the world (the best!), two of the cutest boys to grace the planet, and a Savior who has done the best remodel of this poor soul of mine and continues to love me everyday regardless of my wrecklessness. So with that, let's just say that even with this good of a life, there are moments.......moments.........where I want certain things, feelings, behaviors, memories, to come again. And I think you'll agree with me on many of them. I have had a WONDERFUL life and have so many wonderful memories that I have moments where I want to be that, feel that, hear that, eat that, or do that again. So, sweet moments, won't you come again?

--Having my mom call out to me in the yard that dinner is ready. Then walking in the house and feeling the warmth of the oven and seeing my complete dinner sitting at the table waiting for me. Looking around and seeing my mom and dad, and two sisters sitting around me.

--Sitting down to do my homework. That wonderful busy work that so fulfilled me! Showing my mom how smart I was when I finished and seeing how truly proud she was.

--Listening to my walkman in the car on the way to Yosemite while viewing my sisters sleeping, laughing, and talking in our van.

--Experiencing the pure joy Madlibs brought to me on all our road trips.

--Participating in family vacations------ones I had no part in planning or paying for. I simply rode or flew along and had every last detail worked out for me.

--Walking along Lahaina with my family. Sitting around campfires in Yosemite.

--Hopping on my bike in the afternoon (and not having to tell anyone) and riding all around the neighborhood stopping by all my friends houses to see who is home. Maybe swinging by the convenience store to pick up some candy or chips. Feeling the wind on my face and the smell of my own sweat. The freedom I felt doing this every. single. day.

--Going to church youth group rallies and seeing boys you recognized from other churches and feeling so caught up in all of that.

--Working at Special Programs during the summer of 97 after the Lord had rocked my world and feeling the pure peace that came from reading the Bible on my bed for hours with brand new eyes.

--Knowing that going to school and learning was truly my only responsibility in life.

--That incredible feeling of having a crush on a boy. Wonderful while it's happening, miserable when it's over.

--Experiencing Christmas Eve every year. Being with my cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, sisters, and parents till what seemed like midnight eating, laughing, and opening endless piles of presents.

--Going to work with my dad. Going to Lakers or Clippers games with my dad. Seeing my dad walk all over our town and everyone knew him. (He seriously walked miles and miles everyday for exercise).

--Feeling the joy of wearing the very outfit my sister wore the previous day and knowing how cute I was going to look in it at my school.

--Feeling the joy of wearing cute outfits period. :)

--Walking the 60 miles of the Avon 3 Day breast cancer walk from Ventura to Malibu and simply having the freedom to do that for 3 days. Amazing.

--Remembering how weightless I felt when I graduated Pepperdine and all I had to do was go to work from 8-5 and have fun with my husband.

Okay, my list could go on and on. I guess I should stop before I ignore my family completely. If this list stirred memories in you, please leave a comment and post a similar "come again" list on your blog. I would love that.