I recently had the pleasure of watching a great video on youtube called Katrina Kenison - The Gift of an Ordinary Day. It's a woman speaking from her book by the same name. It is incredibly heartwarming and actually brought a tear to my eye. The book is about how as one's children grow up and move out, one begins to realize that it wasn't the photographed, posed, picture-framed memories that made all of those years special. It was the little things, the memories that "no one thought to photograph" that made the time amazing.
This made me think about my childhood and what I considered special and what I knew I would remember forever. It wasn't the vacations or the expensive Christmases or the extravagantly planned birthdays, but the times when we were just playing with each other or hanging out together. There was nothing special about these times, but they are truly what made my life as a kid.
This is a rather short post, as it's really only a reminder to myself and whoever reads this to cherish those moments that aren't "special." Embrace the times when you are with the people you care about, whether or not you are "doing something." Love the present and don't worry so much about what happened in the past, or where you fear the future might be going.
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