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Saturday, June 12, 2010

You're Gonna Miss This

"You're Gonna Miss This" - Trace Adkins
Your gonna miss this. Your gonna want this back. Your gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast. These are some good times, so take a good look around, you may not know it now but your gonna miss this.

Day 2 of baby sitting my friends' 11mos old ... and he's happily asleep for the 2nd night in a row with minimal tears. He's so sweet and full of smiles and giggles. Earlier he was crawling around on the floor and came over to my feet. He put his little hands out, grabbed onto my middle fingers and pulled himself to his knees. He started grunting and with a little encouragement, he was on his feet. The proud beaming smile he had was beyond priceless. Between that and his sweet sleeping face, I'm not sure I'll forget those moments.
I've done a lot of reminiscing lately. I was able to spend Memorial Day in Vermont this year - lots of times with family and lots of time with Lee Ann and Jayden. Both priceless! Walking around my grandparents house, lawn and sitting in their garage for Mom's yard sale brought back a lot of happy memories. I remember playing HORSE in their garage driveway with my uncle and cousin with a red, white and blue basketball. I remember Grandma driving my cousin Kurt and I to meet Kurt's mom in Albany. The particular exit we got off requires you to be in the right hand lane to actually exit. If you stay in the left lane,  you get back on the Northway. Grandma stayed in the left lane, and when she realized her mistake, she promptly started backing up. Kurt and I still laugh about that to this day. Being home was hard this time - Grandma is so thin, Grandpa is using a cane. I realized that indeed - these are some good times, and I am going to miss them. How fortunate I am to be closer to them and to be able to see them more often.
The memories with Lee Ann are endless... and probably embarrassing, so I'll leave those out.  When I was packing for the trip from Omaha to Virginia Beach - I picked up some butterscotch candies and cinnamon candies. I was instantly transported back to my Great Grandmother's house. She always had those in a candy jar. In fact, my grandparents have a candy jar full of hard candies in their kitchen currently as well.
I remember the look on my my own mom's face when we took her to Kings Canyon National Park for the first time. Her eyes welled up in tears as she took in the sheer beauty of the park. Until you've seen the giant Sequoia's - I don't think you can ever fully appreciate them. A few years later, we went to Yosemite in the winter. Breathtaking. I'm grateful I could spent time with my parents in both parks. I have an equally fond memory of my Mom coming down the Alpine Slide at Pico - mouth wide open ... catching flies while she shrieked with a mix of mostly terror and some glee.  There was another particular moment when she decided after a good snowfall that she was going to sled down our driveway. It was dark out, with the flood light on the garage providing a pretty good light. None of us were prepared for Mom to take off down the hill and end up halfway to Gram & Gramp's. She shrieked and yelled and laughed her ass off the whole way - I'm sure you could hear her at the end of Young Road that night!
There's a deer head hanging in my parents Family Room that always makes me smile. Not because it's a mounted deer head, but the elaborate story behind it being there. "It was like a flash of lightening when I put my scope to him" said my Dad (over and over and OVER) in reference to the sun coming up and hitting the scope on his gun as he put his sights on the buck. I remember shooting a shotgun one day and thinking it was with a shell dad hadn't loaded correctly so there wasn't enough or much shot in it, and it wouldn't kick. WOW was I wrong. I remember mornings when it was raining or snowing badly, sitting in my Dad's truck waiting for the school bus...
And there are the memories I'm making now. The drive to Virginia Beach... "ummm we need to stop outside of St. Louis to figure out what's going on with Lily..." A few hours later...we'd inherited one pissed off cat. Weekly lunches with my (new) friend Sandi at Wheatfields in the Old Market in Omaha - I looked forward to our weekly lunches - and miss them terribly.
I hope I can take the time to reflect on the old and new memories every day, and not take any of them for granted.
"So take a good look around ... you may not know it now... but you're going to miss this"

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