Every time the clock shows 2:30, I instinctively think, or say, “no my tooth doesn’t hurty.” When someone is in the car with me and there are round hay bales in a pasture, I tell a joke about cows not liking those because they can’t get a square meal. As annoying as these kind of things can be, I love being able to share them with others, because they are my “Daddy jokes.” They constantly remind me of my father’s ridiculous sense of humor, and just how much he has ingrained himself in my day-to-day thoughts. Last week, while lecturing some of my kids about finances, I literally stopped and said “I sound just like my mom right now.” I could honestly hear her saying the same things to me as I was saying to these teenagers. It was a humbling experience, and one that makes me appreciate how true the things that she has taught me are.
These little moments make me want to keep a record of how some of my family and friends are. Some of the little reasons that I love them. Or hate them. But all are reasons that they have meant something to me, enough that I remember these little traits or moments.
Like that Grandma Martha cuts the tags out of ALL of her clothes. She says its because she can’t stand to see people’s tags sticking out of their collar.
Grandmama’s “Oh Gawd” at all kinds of things.
Having my baby brother be sweet to me when my heart broke.
My Katie’s messages that I have saved because they are so funny/random/bizarre and all around awesome. Like her.
Seeing my sister’s handwriting on something random and missing her.
How my Imp gets is so passionate about things she loves…and hates.
D and his “hahahaha” All. The. Time.
The last time I saw my Auntie Ann and being able to share with her how much I appreciate her being there for us.
When I was in college, the last thing my parents (especially Daddy) would say to me when I’d leave to come back to Western was “make all A’s.” It was even after the obligatory “I love you’s.”
Mama Sherry saving can tabs for me.
L*May sharing quotes from “Friends” with me. And vice versa.
“Do they have ________ in Kenya?”
Just like so many other things I have posted, I would love to add to this list as things come to me. I find it comforting that when someone is no longer in my life, I can still have special memories of them, even if it is something small, to look back on and smile about. I still love picturing Josh’s face when he’d cut in the lunch line and get me to buy his food. I hear Liz’s laugh when I think about her. One day, these will be happy memories that I want to make sure I don't lose. I don’t want to forget…just in case.
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