Day five: A picture of your favorite memory.
Cousins, adventuring in caves, no make-up and no cares, sharing stories, laughs, and love on a bright spring-break day. That sounds like favorite memory material. :)
But how can you really choose a favorite memory?
Just one?
What would such a thing be made up of?
Family, friends, laughter,
Excitement, adventure, fun,
Simplicity, happiness, meaning?
A favorite memory would be warm, nostalgic; a reminder of the good things in life, a thought that makes you smile and count your blessings. Would it not?
Or maybe it would be short, simple, like the moment you realized that you were really in love with your best friend, or the time you won your first medal for dance.
Maybe it would be your first kiss, first sunrise, or first concert,
Or your last day of childish freedom, last bite of that heavenly dessert, last goodbye to an old friend.
The best thing about a memory is that it is yours--preserved in your mind, etched in your heart, told in your words.
My favorite memory is all-encompassing. It is a combination of good food, good times, good music, and good company. It is the evening fire with the family by the beach, the long talks with an old friend on the bench outside, the beauty of the view from the top of the mountain, the recognition of a love far greater than yourself. It is powerful yet simple, exists all around yet solely in your heart. It is love and acceptance, contentment and happiness. My favorite memory is life itself.
