Makings of a Memory Keeper | My Reason Why
I was sitting with my husband at his computer last week when he spilled his drink right down the table and on the connecting bookcase. I hurried and rushed to clean up the several yearbooks and this binder that I had almost forgot about.
I don’t remember the last time I opened it in the twelve years we have been married. The pages are filled with emails that my husband and I wrote each other when we first met and started dating. The pockets hold all the written notes we would leave each other. All week I have been slowly reading through them, realizing how powerful the written word is. I have been reminded of all the little details that made up the love that bound us together. If Dave never printed these out, these words and memories would be lost. This is why I love keeping memories. This is my reason and why I call myself a “memory keeper.”
As I read the letters I felt so loved. I didn’t feel like a mom that had just changed a dirty diaper and split up a fight between siblings only minutes before. My messy bun, glasses, and house clothes didn’t matter. Right at that moment, I read the words of someone that really loved me. He loved me then and loves me still.
When I document my memories, I am sharing the love I have for the person I am writing about. I know one day they will read my words and feel loved too.
There were so many funny stories that were told in these pages that I was belly laughing about. I completely forgot about them! I also forgot that before kids, I could really write. Ha! Before pregnancy brain and sleepless nights, I was a pretty funny typist. You know, when all I had was time to sit and type witty stories to my beau because right now, just typing this paragraph, I have been interrupted 3 times by my children.
My husband and I met on a blind date. A friend knew he was single and went ahead and tried to set us up. She told him, “You’re religious, she’s religious. You’re divorced, she is divorced. You are perfect for each other!” Since he had a different definition of “perfect” he went to “scope” me out at the school I taught at. Sounds creepy but he use to volunteer there all the time and just peeked into the window of my classroom to make sure I was not a psycho. Ha! So, he told my friend to get my number and my friend for the next two weeks wouldn’t leave me alone until I listened to her and gave it.
These letters were filled with those moments, that of course I couldn’t forget, including mentions of our first kiss. All of these details are documented with the date which makes all the moments so much more real than just stories we tell to our kids. Maybe they will retell the story to their kids. Even better, maybe their kids will be able to read it for themselves.
There was a part of a letter Dave wrote to me that I loved reading, “I can’t believe you have only received flowers one other time in your entire life. If flowers make you happy then you deserve flowers more often. That’s just my humble opinion.”
I didn’t remember that I had never received flowers before. Maybe flowers are a part of my everyday now and it has just become something common or normal. Yet, after reading that yesterday it was on my mind about how often I am blessed and don’t realize it. My husband walked through the door with a bouquet of flowers today and I couldn’t help but laugh and jump in his arms with thanksgiving!
In the next paragraph, he wrote, “I personally think a large part of a successful relationship is appreciation and thanksgiving. If a person is truly appreciative of their mate, they have a desire to make them happy. If they honestly thank God for them everyday then God works in their heart to give them more thanksgiving, appreciation and joy.”
Our thoughts and memories today could move and change the world tomorrow. Change the world of our families, loved ones, or even ourselves. I am learning and growing by reading these words of encouragement from my husband written almost 13 years ago. I have gathered my favorites to place in this special time capsule album to share with him.
I document my everyday so that my family will always know they are loved, so I won’t forget those everyday moments that could fade with time. I want my children to know the moments that were life changing so that they will learn and become better because of them!
That is why I call myself a Memory Keeper.