Forgetmenots

There are a lot of things I'd like to remember from this particular time in my life. I know that I will forget most of what goes on - as I have limited memories of my past as it is. I mean I remember the big stuff, like certain times of my life during my school-age years, a few college memories, ranch memories, wedding day, early marriage, pregnancies, births, and so on. But what I'm talking about is the detailed stuff that occurs daily. I probably won't remember them in a few years or even in the morning for that matter. Sad but true. I remember my mom telling me to write down all the cute little things that my kids would say and do when they were little because I wouldn't be able to remember them all. Even if I had had the time, I didn't do it because I clearly thought my memory was that good or thought I would eventually get around to it. Thirteen years later isn't all that bad.

I hate to admit that I don't have the sharpest mind in the house anymore. It PAINS me - really! I can stand in the laundry room and wonder what I was going to do. I mean seriously, if it's not automatic, then surely by the process of elimination I should be able to figure it out - right? How many possible reasons does one need to go to the laundry room? It scares me to death when Dave tells me one Saturday afternoon that he forgot to attend the Alzheimer's fundraiser walk earlier that morning. I see two very serious problems with this statement. One - he's worse than me. And two - we are both gonna need that fundraiser support to help find the "cure" before it is too late.

Here are a few things that I would like to remember today.

• Anna is running for 3rd grade class representative and is giving her speech TODAY.
• While wishing EB happy birthday this morning, John said that he loved her on the phone. So sweet - those two have such a special bond.
  
• William's CC awards ceremony is tonight (not last Wednesday, which we showed up for - at least I was early and not a week late.) Where's that cure?
• As annoying as this next one can be when I want a clean house - I sure do love the way David still plays with his little figures (ie...Star Wars, army, Lego's, or knights - it doesn't matter).

Dragons in the dungeon.

X-Wing Fighter on the backstairs.

Ninja in the bathroom.

Knights in the kitchen.

• And finally, mornings just run smoother when Dave is here.