Jlogged

A partial list of memories I hope to see flash before my eyes when I die. Thanks Maggie for the idea.

~Telling the sonographer you don’t want to know the sex of your baby, and him asking “which one?”

~Star gazing with your best friends on a summer night from the side of a mountain overlooking the boulder valley. Stars so close you feel like you could reach out and pluck them from the sky.

~Watching my son shake a presidents hand with a cannon hanging around his neck.

~Aaron’s face as the church doors opened.

~Running through a train station drenched in sweat with achy muscles stopping the door with my arm. An exhilarating near miss.

~Talking with girlfriends and then realizing it’s 3….AM

~Lisa holding my leg when I pushed Jack out. Shanna quietly watching in the corner in certain awe. Aaron exhausted and scared wearing an olive green checked dress shirt. All of it going away when I saw my baby, slippery and gray.

~The thrill I felt the first time I saw my hometown shrinking in the rear-view mirror of my spectra hatchback as it nearly drug the ground with the weight of my life’s belongings.

~Quinter Kansas: the mechanic that I was convinced was Thor god of Thunder, that Amish lady with a check, Scot the Olympic gold medal pole vaulter, Scott’s dad (and how Lisa said she was instantly in love with him,) the flies, the stew at the cafe, ephedra in the bates motel (with rotary dial phone in 1996,) Lisa’s maverick, and head phone walkie talkies so we could talk to each other from separate cars on our journey. (pre-cell phone era) Lisa singing Imagine on the head phones while driving at 3 am.

~My mom playing peep eye with me…then seeing her do the same to my kids and being just as thrilled as when I was two. My mom is hilarious.

~Aaron violently spitting his ham sandwich out at the zoo. How was I to know all that perfume wasn’t washed off my hands?

~Realizing I am at a nude beach

~Paella in Spain

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