Praise for Memories

My dad and me doing our favorite past-time
My dad’s 60th birthday is coming up, and it’s been my job for quite some time to make up the invitation. And since today was the deadline, naturally I started it today. So, I’m going through all the photo albums, and through my dad’s desk where he holds some old unseen photos. And I got lost in these photos. I must have spent three hours putting the flyer together, and half of that was just going through the photo albums.

My dad leading me on our old horse, “Pumkin”.
I had a great childhood. Contrary to what I believed as a teenager, I had it great. My parents took us to Disneyland, up to the snow, to the beach. We lived at a house that had a huge backyard, and I cannot remember a time when we did not have a horse or two dogs. Looking back at these photos reminded me of how close (well, sometimes) my sisters and I were. It reminded me of the old days when life was simple. It made me happy.

At Knott’s Berry Farm: Me, my sister Melissa, my sister Heather, and of course, my dad.
So tonight I praise God for memories, happy memories. I praise God for this opportunity I had today to recall my childhood, to see my parents as younger and less sure of themselves, and to be able to be a virtual witness to a time when things were simpler.


2 thoughts on “Praise for Memories

  1. You know what is so cute about this post? You as a kid. You still look exactly the same. I was looking at old photos of myself this week and there are so many of me asleep. I thought I was the only one whose family took photos of me sleeping. Glad to know I’m not alone!Praising memories of your father!


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