We Don't Remember Days, We Remember Moments

We returned late last night from North Carolina after taking our daughter Alyssa to High Point University in North Carolina. While much of what transpired the past few days will be forgotten, there were a couple of moments that I will remember for the rest of my life, not least of which was yesterday at around 1:30 p.m. when we said goodbye.

We do not remember days; we only remember moments. I do not recall much about the day I graduated from college, but I remember the ceremony. I do not recall much about the days our children were born, but I vividly remember the moment each was born having the privilege of being present. I do not recall the day�s events of a certain Saturday years ago, but I remember that morning when our daughters, Alyssa and Courtney brought us breakfast in bed (rubbery eggs and coffee you could cut with a knife). We enjoyed every bite. I do not recall every day of our vacation this summer, but I remember fishing for crab and shrimp with our sons, Joshua and Jason.

We talk about the good ole� days, but what we actually remember are the good ole� moments. There are plenty of days that pass that are not good or are, at their best, quite uninteresting. The particular moments give life zest, and make it worth living; those are the moments we remember.

Days come and go and are quickly forgotten, but the moments linger in our memories. Savor them for they pass quickly as well.