Memories......


As a little girl I used to go with my Dad into the mountains to look at rocks, pick huckle berries, and get firewood. I remember my Dad telling me about the Indian Paint brush. I still enjoy every time I see it remembering those childhood memories with my dad. I love that we carry our memories with us, I cherish mine as I no longer have my Dad. He died when I was 16. My favorite rock is quartz because of the time I spent with him. It was always my favorite out rock hunting.

As an adult I cherish my moments with my children. I share as much as I can with extended family on Facebook, but I have to admit I also share for selfish reasons. I never want to forget all the wonderful things my kids do and Facebook tends to remind us of things we've shared over the years and I enjoy that. Time is going by so fast. This year my second son graduates from High School, which means my twin boys will be seniors the next year. I am filled with so much emotion as I watch  them grow up. Fear, pride, joy, and worry are just a few. I've reached another changing point in my life. I am looking forward to how life unfolds and for the memories it will bring but I must admit the uncertainty is unsettling. It would be nice to feel settled and secure in my own life, however I think I will save those thoughts for another blog.

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