Thursday, March 27, 2003
Today was a good 'reminding' day. I remembered a lot of things that I'd forgotten in the past couple of days, or weeks, or months. Possibly even years. It was a wake up call day from God, and I needed it. I hated moments of it, but relished it overall (isn't relish a fun word?)
I remembered that mothers are the nicest thing to wake up to.
I remembered that fathers have a way of remembering the small things about you and choosing to do with them what they will. They can completely humiliate you with baby pictures, or sing songs that you thought you had forgotten. They can remember your favorite kind of Girl Scout cookie, or how you used to perform for them in the living room.
I remembered that someone you once loved can change so much that it scares you.
I remembered that when you call your best friend at school screaming your head off about someone who has completely pissed you off, she'll yell back at you and support you and remind you that there's room to grow.
I remembered that cute boys in the AF make good pen pals.
I remembered that there's a reason why I am where I am. God is working everything out for a purpose in my life, and my job is not to work it out for Him. My job is to love Him, and keep my eyes focused on Him. I didn't do that today. It sucked. I wanted to take back every moment that I failed to look into Him, because those were the moments that were chaff -- they will blow away in the end. Perhaps they already have.
I remembered that people who have known you for almost nine years have a way of loving you that other people can't understand, because they've seen you grow. They've let you grow. You've let them grow, and you've had your separate times, and now you're together. Stronger than ever. Those times in freshman/sophomore year where you were alienated and forgot why you were intensely friends fade in the glory of a beautiful, maturing friendship.
I remembered that horses are most definitely better than boyfriends for exactly 99 reasons.
I remembered that little-sisters-who-are-almost-twins have a way of brightening up a day. You can play silly songs on the piano while they accompany you on the violin, and sing stupid songs to them in their bedroom, and have them jump in with 110%. They watch crime shows with you and check their buddy lists when they're online to make sure that no one that you really really really need to talk to is on without you knowing it.
I remembered that childhood is all about faith and makebelieve. The Angerosa kids have this way of just loving and believing and cherishing that teaches me so much every time I hang out with them. Olivia is 6 and Dominick is 5, and I went over to their house today just to play for an hour or so. We played house and made a "Days Until Sarah Comes Back" chart, so they can count down the days until I get to see their bright, shining faces again. There's nothing like pulling into a driveway, the wind in your hair and Jeremy Camp playing loudly, and seeing two little Italian kids sitting on the grass, awaiting your arrival. Nothing like bear hugs from a five year old boy, and sweet popcorn kisses from a six year old girl.
Nothing.
I love days of remembering. Even if they sting a little, there's so much to get out of them that I would never wish one away.
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