Remembering

It's funny what we remember.

I remember things like sitting in a shoe store holding a little toy while my sister tried on shoes. I must have been no older than four or five.

I also remember jumping on my bed in yellow pajamas while my sister and I sang “tractor, tractor.”

Don't ask, because I have no idea.

I remember the seventh grade spelling bee. Fun times.

Of course, I also remember the monumental things in my life, but it is always humorous to me to realize those other, everyday moments I remember.

In fact, I remember that exactly eleven years ago, I was fretting about what to wear. You see, I was getting ready for my first date with a guy I'd gotten to know over spring break.

It was my freshman year of college and this was going to be my first real date since starting college.

We went to dinner at a local Italian restaurant. Afterwards, we went to see a play. Dinner was good, but the play was awful.

We ended the night by going for a walk.

Eleven years, five moves, and three children later, we still go for walks.

I suppose it isn't funny that I remember that day eleven years ago. Rather, it would be sad if I forgot.