Day 17

Day 17 – Your favorite memory

I've been thinking about this entry all day long. I guess most people would say their favorite memory would be the first time they held their child, or their wedding day.

My favorite memory isn't a milestone event. Its just a moment. I don't even remember the date or time. What season it was, or even how old I was. I know that I was no older than four years old. My memory is about my Papa. He was my Great Grandfather and he lived with us. He died two weeks before my fifth birthday.

This memory took place in our den. We had one of those brown pleather type fabric couches with the wooden arms. My Papa was sitting on the couch in his pajamas and blue robe. I was standing there in front of the couch sort of propped up at Papa's legs. He was patting and rubbing my blonde hair and saying I was his baby. I remember my head tingling because it felt so relaxing for him to rub my head like that.

He was the only "daddy" figure I ever knew and I hate that I lost him so early in my life. That memory has stuck in my head for the last 20-something years and is so precious to me.

Day 8

Day 8-A Moment

I'm not quite sure what today's blog challenge wants from me. I've had a lot of moments that I have learned from, wished I could change or have embraced. There are so many moments I know I can't just pick one to talk about.

There are moments that have made me cry, feel joyful, scared, hurt, confused, and excited.

One happy moment that sticks out is when I got to hold one of my God Babies, Alayna, for the first time. She was so sweet and chubby and she nestled right up to me like she knew she was safe.

A sad and hurt moment was when I realized my marriage was over. I sat in my car during a horrible storm crying hysterically because of what had just happened to me. I felt desperate, scared and alone. To this day, I don't even know who's drive way I was sitting in waiting on the Sheriff's Office to get there to help me that night.

One very excited moment for me was when I met my friend, Porfirio, for the first time. I had been supporting him through Soldiers Angels , and we were finally meeting after "knowing" each other for 5 years, I was coming down the esclator at the Colorado Springs Airport, and there he was standing at the bottom smiling like crazy. I don't think I made it to the bottom of the steps, I jumped into his arms. It was amazing that there was never an uncomfortable moment in al those days I spent with him. It was like we had known each other forever.

I could tell about so many more important moments. Each moment paints itself into a giant canvas called "My Life".

Day 2

(Shane this summer)

Day 02-First Love

So here I am blogging about day 2's challenge. My first love. I sat here a little while and thought about this. I almost decided to write about Tim, who I was in a 3 year relationship after high school with. Then I started thinking, he wasn't the first man I REALLY loved.

It was Shane.

What a history I have with him.

We met in high school. He was 2 years younger than me and that meant a few grades behind me. But as fate would have it, my junior year of high school, he auditioned and made it into Honors Choir. This was a huge thing for a freshman to achieve, so he caught my eye in first period right away. He sang bass and I sang alto. If it was a 5 part harmony piece, we usually got placed in the same group. He was funny, almost downright hilarious, and we became friends fast.

We never officially dated but we spent the majority of our free time together. When he was 16, I helped him get a job at Ingles bagging groceries where I worked , so even more of our free time was consumed with one another.

I have memories of Shane that I hope to never forget. He was my first kiss, the first guy that I ever confided my secrets with and the guy that chased me and threw homemade bombs(not dangerous one..wouldn't have hurt me) in my yard to be funny. ( It wasn't so funny the next day when we realized he had killed my Grandma's roses!)

We made a pact after Tim and I broke up, that if we were 28 and single that we would marry each other. He turned the "dirty thirty" yesterday and I took him a cake. I often wonder if he remembers us making that pact? I can tell you where and what we were doing when we made it.

Shane's turned into an awesome man. He is going through a divorce right now and maintains full custody of his 4 year old son. He's a wonderful daddy and works hard to provide for Chandler.

There are soooo many more things I could say about Shane or memories that I could share, but I will close here with this: He was my first love, but he never broke my heart, and to this day, he still holds a pretty good piece of it.

Almost the end.

My little vaca is about to come to an end. I have enjoyed this time alone for the most part. There were a few moments that I thought about what might have been and about some past trips that I have taken here with other people who were/are important to me.

I did have a couple of good and bad experiences while I was here in Gatlinburg so I think I will share them in my next entries.

I also am still thinking about my bucket list, I know a couple things that are for sure going on there, just have to think really hard about the rest. :)

I've got to get in the bed, check out from the hotel is at 10 am! Too early! Back to reality for me!