Me sitting on dads lap playing with him

In a car sleeping with my hand being held tenderly

Sleeping on my bed while mom doesn’t know I can feel her hands fixing my hair away from my face.

Seeing a firefly for the first time, I was 15.

Childhood summer mornings waking up to the sound of Mom’s humming little ditties as she hung the laundry on the line. I would lay there for a few minutes before getting up just to enjoying the cool mimosa scented breeze floating in the window. I wish I could get that mimosa scent on my clothes still today.

holding my newborn nephew for the first time & crying

July the 8th, 1986 at 20:30 (8:30pm). When I held my firstborn and he saw me and smiled. At that moment I knew I was a dad.

Guess you found the meaning of life............

One of my most fond memories is seeing my son perform on stage for the first time :) I think he was about 17-18 yrs old, Rage Against the Machine, Killing in the Name of. I still get goosebumps all over my body whenever I hear that song :)

You are truly blessed Crystal. May he bring you lots of joy and happiness.

Seeing my daughter in a Christmas play in school, I think she was maybe 4 or 5.

I think we must all have quite a few.

Bringing home a new puppy.

The day we adopted our daughter and knew once and for all she would be ours forever.

Seeing Ayers Rock (Uluru) again after having been away from home for 6 weeks to get my visa extended. Why the heck that had to take so long I don't know.


A ton of very very very dear memories of all the people I met in Australia, particularly at Ayers Rock. Rangers, nurses, Aboriginals, co-workers, my Canadian roommate. I best not dwell on it, or I'll be in tears, even after 30 years.

Losing my virginity.

Me and my late dad singing in the car together during the rare times he gets the chance to bring me to school because my ride didnt show up

My cat giving birth and the two kitties meowing for the first time

I did not have kids until late in life.

My son was premature so I wasn't able to hold him in my arms
until the next day. The feeling was overwhelming that tears
just welled from my eyes and soon I was sobbing. This tiny
baby is my son and I turned to my husband and said "Thank you
for giving me a son." And my husband said "You're welcome."
In my mind I thought "You're welcome? You're welcome????"
What a dimwitted answer!!! Our son was also his first born son.
Why is this nincompoop not as overwhelmed as I am? the thought
screamed loudly in the head. It almost broke the spell but it
was my most tender moment so nobody could take that away from me.

I just filed the dimwitted answer under "P" for Promises. I promise
to get back to you on this and it's not going to be pretty.

awesome ️

Sitting with my Grandpa as he is telling us stories about important events in history over ice-cream and apple pie.