Nostalgia-lover

Anyone else wayyyyy into nostalgia?  I am, for sure.  I'm not sure if its because I like to have little things to celebrate, or if its because I have a good memory (for silly things....not for important things like quadratic equations and such), but nonetheless, I love to remember things and celebrate them.

I left on September 23, 2006 for a semester in Wales.  Now every year on September 23, I get a little emo and think about how long its been since I was there and how I wish I kept in better touch with my old flatmates.

I remember on July 25, 2009, my sister and Adam telling me over lunch that Britt was pregnant again.  Of course I cried like a baby in the restaurant, and just as I started to cry the waitress spilled a glass of water on me and then thought I was crying because of her.  I will always think about our sweet little Brynnie in July.

This past year has been so fun for me and my nostalgia, as it was the year I met and fell in love with my sweet friend Mike.  We are (I am) constantly saying, "Today was the day we first met!"  ... "Today was the day of our first kiss!" ... "Last year on this day, you told me you loved me!" ... And even though it may get a teensy bit annoying, I don't ever ever ever want to forget all of the fun milestones along the way.  We celebrate a few anniversaries and I hope we continue to foreva!

I spent this past week delivering ballots to nursing home residents and at one point we had to pass through a 'memory care' unit to get to another section of the nursing home (these places are HUGE!!).  We happened to walk by a room as a nurse was leading a resident out to a table.  The nurse said, "Here he is!  Here is your husband, Marvin!"  That absolutely broke my heart.  Will there ever come a day when my mind is lost and I can't even remember that Mike and I shared a life together?  I brought that sadness back to the office and had a quick chat with a co-worker, who gave me great perspective when she spoke of a family friend who had lost all functionality of her body, but her mind was all there and felt trapped in her mind, and that she wishes it was the other way around.  I suppose that it is just probably harder for us the observers, to see these sweet folks not remembering the special people in their lives, than it is for them.

So if by chance, I happen to lose my memory someday, I guess this is why I have my blog!  Better start writing more frequently!!