Like I said in last week's post, everything that happened in my past defined who I am today. Therefore, I can not think of just one favorite memory. So, I will share a few of my cherished memories.
One of my top memories is the tradition that my mom and I had of sitting around the Christmas tree drinking tea. It is something that I truly miss now. We would turn off all the lights in the house other than the tree lights, play Christmas music, drink tea and chat. After I moved, I tried to recreate this over the phone, but it, of course, wasn't the same. I tried to start this tradition with my own kids, but they wanted nothing to do with it. I guess some traditions are just meant to become wonderful memories.
Another great memory of mine is waking up on summer mornings to my mom hanging out the wash. I would somehow just know when I woke up that she was hanging out the wash. I would run outside and run through the freshly hung clothes. I loved the feel of the dew on my feet and the dampness of the fresh laundry. I loved the smells of the morning. To this day, I still catch the scent on the air and it always makes me smile.
My next memory is actually more of a collection of memories. My life has always been surrounded by music. From dancing to polkas in my grandparents' living room, to the Cleveland Orchestra at Blossom, to singing in the choir, to Green Day at Nautica, to bagpipes in Scotland, music has always played an important role in my life. Music is the key to the soul. For every event in my life, there is music that goes with it, even if it's only in my head! "So I say, thank you for the music..."