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Little moments make memories that last

The little things are what life is made of. Whether they be a mother sharing an ice cream with her daughter, a father playing baseball with his son, a brother saying a good night prayer with his sister, a daughter making her mother a birthday card, or a friend answering the phone at 1 o'clock in the morning just to hear the sorrows of life, the little things are what count.

When I was younger, my father would deliver storage buildings for his outdoor equipment shop.

Since my brother, sister and I were home-schooled, he would ask us if we wanted to ride with him the next morning to deliver a building that one of his customers had purchased. We all knew this trip would consist of a Popeye's biscuit, him singing crazily, and one-on-one time with him. I coveted the time I spent with him. Though I did not realize it then, he was making little moments. It is now, so many years later, that I finally understand and am grateful for what he was doing.

My great-grandmother has always been a huge lifeline for us. Anytime my mama would need a baby-sitter, Grandma was always first on her list. Whenever we would go over to her house, she would have three Kitkat bars in the freezer and three bottles of Coke in the refrigerator waiting on us. Once we finished our breakfast of Rice Krispies and our lunch of whatever she had decided to make, it was time for the long awaited Kitkat bars that had been chilling in the freezer. This is one of my favorite memories of going over to Grandma's house. I have no doubt that while she was watching us enjoy our snacks, she knew that she was making a moment that we would remember forever.

Every summer when I was young, my mother would let my brother, sister and I visit my aunt's house for a week. This trip was the most anticipated of the year. During the three-hour ride, my sister and I would plan out the things we wanted to do with our cousin once we arrived. Because of the 10-year age difference, I am sure we were more excited than she was; however, she always did what we had planned without complaining. We would do things such as eating midnight snacks, watching movies into the early hours of the morning, getting our toenails painted, and playing outside in the water. Now that I am older, I reflect on these days and, though they may seem meaningless to some, they were definitely a big part in the little things that have helped shape me into the person I am today.

It is amazing to think that I can be the cause of someone's seeing that life is full of little moments that make up the more important things in life. This awakening holds a tremendous amount of responsibility over our heads. I completely and utterly agree with Mr. Robert Brault, who said, "Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things." So next time you think of putting off doing something with your family, stop and take a minute to decide if you want to pass up the opportunity to make a little moment that will last a lifetime.

Web posted on Thursday, May 05, 2011

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