*pauses for a "Hell, yeah!*
Anyhoo, Jessica Lemmon wrote a great post recently about the things she would be remembering as she takes her last breath on Earth. Good idea, huh? So, naturally I stole it--er, I mean, am paying homage to it here.
Of course, depending on how I go, I might only have time for an "Oh, CRAAAAP!"
But in case I do have time for quieter contemplation, I gave some thought to what I'd like to be focused on.
MY CURRENT LAST BREATH LIST:
- My mother's face when she blew out her cheeks so I could squish them together with my little 2-year-old hands, and the resulting "raspberry" that brought forth a multitude of giggles from both of us.
- My father calling me his long-stemmed American Beauty, even though I was really just plain ol' tall and skinny.
- The first time I saw TG. He was dragging a straggly Christmas tree onto the stage at Melodrama Theater. Charlie Brown had nothing on him.
- TG and I, at the altar when we were getting married, trying desperately not to crack up when the Episcopal priest burst into a surprise rendition of the Lord's Prayer...in song. (Not that it was funny--he had a beautiful voice--but it was unexpected. Plus, the priest was a local amateur actor, and we suspected he was using our wedding to audition for a role in an upcoming production.)
- DD's face, at three months old, as she was trying to figure out how smile up at me and stay latched onto my nipple at the same time.
- DS at 11 months old, when he got his first pair of "real" shoes and took off out of the store, wobbling down the mall as fast as his legs could take him, intent on escape, laughing all the way. The little bugger was fast, too. TG chased him down while I paid for the shoes.
- The looks of utter confusion on the kiddos' faces as they played laser tag out front with their buddies. Unbeknownst to them, I had figured out the TV remote would set off the vests, and was sitting on the bench "watching them play." Oh, the indignation when they found out what I was doing! But it ended with everyone laughing.
- Walking our daughter down the aisle with TG, when she married the love of her life, and thinking back on our own wedding, wondering what insane temporal trickery had occurred to project us to this point in our lives.
- Standing in front of my son's college when he graduated (at twenty--he always was precocious), looking at his beard and mustache--so nicely trimmed--and for once not thinking "would it have killed him to shave?"
And, because I can never resist taking things a step farther--
FUTURE MEMORIES I HOPE TO HAVE ON MY LIST:
- Holding a grandchild, looking down into a tiny, gorgeous face (because of course my grandchild will be gorgeous), and knowing, when the inevitable poopy diaper happens, I'll be able to pass changing duty off to either my daughter or my son. Revenge is sweet.
- Holding my very own, written-by-me, published book in my hands at a brick and mortar bookstore.
- Having Mark Harmon, Daniel Craig, Hugh Jackman, George Clooney, and Patrick Stewart all get into a knock-down, drag-out brawl over moi, and then saying, "Sorry, guys. I already have my TG."
How about y'all? Any current or future memories you'd like to share?