As much as rain is very much needed, it usually puts on damper on the fun... but not today :)
After he was soaked up some fresh mud puddles and danced around in the falling rain he exclaimed, "Momma, I'm cold." Earlier in the day I cleaned out photo props out of the back of my car and piled them on the porch. In the heap of chairs, baskets and blankets lay this gem of quilt I picked up at antique store last week. And then this happened.
After a few moments of quiet (which rarely happens) he broke the silence and said, "Momma, I like watching the rain, it's nice." Instantly after that was said, I was flooded with my own childhood memories. My dad and I were the closest when I was about Harrison's age. In fact many of my early childhood memories are with my dad. It's amazing how after 29 + 1 years I remember things so vividly from when I was just 4 or 5 years old. I began to tell Harrison about what "Papa" and I used to do when I was his age. And it turns out one memory, triggered another memory which ended up triggering a train of memories.
Doug doesn't remember a lot of his childhood... I think his first memory he can recall is around age 8 and after that is a lot of gaps. I guess they always say "guys" don't have the same memory as women. Whether that is true or not is totally debatable. I feel like so much of our memories also help build & shape our future.
Thank goodness for electronic baby books (aka-the blog) and huge technology advancement super good photo quality, cell phones and basically anything is more advanced than the 1980s these two boys can have memory with just a click of a mouse of a tap of their finger or who knows what else will be invented in the next years. For now boys, I have your back... Don't let memories like this fade away, ever.
After he was soaked up some fresh mud puddles and danced around in the falling rain he exclaimed, "Momma, I'm cold." Earlier in the day I cleaned out photo props out of the back of my car and piled them on the porch. In the heap of chairs, baskets and blankets lay this gem of quilt I picked up at antique store last week. And then this happened.
After a few moments of quiet (which rarely happens) he broke the silence and said, "Momma, I like watching the rain, it's nice." Instantly after that was said, I was flooded with my own childhood memories. My dad and I were the closest when I was about Harrison's age. In fact many of my early childhood memories are with my dad. It's amazing how after 29 + 1 years I remember things so vividly from when I was just 4 or 5 years old. I began to tell Harrison about what "Papa" and I used to do when I was his age. And it turns out one memory, triggered another memory which ended up triggering a train of memories.
Doug doesn't remember a lot of his childhood... I think his first memory he can recall is around age 8 and after that is a lot of gaps. I guess they always say "guys" don't have the same memory as women. Whether that is true or not is totally debatable. I feel like so much of our memories also help build & shape our future.
Thank goodness for electronic baby books (aka-the blog) and huge technology advancement super good photo quality, cell phones and basically anything is more advanced than the 1980s these two boys can have memory with just a click of a mouse of a tap of their finger or who knows what else will be invented in the next years. For now boys, I have your back... Don't let memories like this fade away, ever.
