I have several fond memories none of which is more fond than the others..
*****The moment I saw my husband down the aisle at our wedding.. He looked so nervous and so scared until our eyes met.. I nearly dragging my father down the aisle.. His best man grabbed the back of his jacket to keep him from meeting me half way..
*****The moment each of my children went to kindergarten.. I realized I did things right when they each walked into the room head held high knowing who they were and feeling confident in not needing me to cling to..
Ok it was a bit heartbreaking when your 5 yr old says "See ya after school Mom." and walks into the classroom alone to introduce themselves to their teacher... but at the same time but I knew and know they are far better off with that confidence rather than clinging and crying at the prospect of separation for a few hours..... I cried in the car in the parking lot where they couldn't see me, I felt like a small part of them didn't need me anymore which was true LOL
***** Looking into my husbands eyes just after our daughter was born you would have thought he was the first man in the world ever to become a father.. He kept telling the nurse "I made her, she is mine, she's the best one anyone ever made isn't she." LOL
I have several more each is special and gives me a warm fuzzy feeling when I remember it..
2007-07-03 15:29:39
·
answer #1
·
answered by Diane (PFLAG) 7
·
2⤊
0⤋
The night I met my fiance...He was looking at me and listening to me like I was the only person in the world. It was as if we were in our own little world...three hours flew by like three minutes. At some point I noticed my arm had this tingly fuzzy feeling and I looked down and he was stroking my hand.
I don't remember a lot of the conversation, I just remember feeling happy, safe and fulfilled in a way I had never experienced before.
Makes me feel all fuzzy again just thinking about it...thank you for reminding me!
2007-07-04 18:33:18
·
answer #2
·
answered by . 6
·
2⤊
0⤋
What a lovely question! Its hard to answer. The first thing that comes to mind is the first day I was in Paris. I climbed up the hill to Sacre Couer and I rounded a corner and saw the Eiffel Tower. I didn't expect to be impressed with it, being so "touristy", but it hit me in the gut that I was in PARIS!. I started to cry a little.
2007-07-03 22:12:35
·
answer #3
·
answered by in a handbasket 6
·
3⤊
0⤋
The family picnic at city park with all the family and Grandmas Koolaid, in a large
stone Crock...everyone sitting on blankets and bringing a picnic lunch to share...AND
all the Dads playing baseball, and then horseshoes...going around and around in a circle on that merry-go-round...slidding down the slide that was way to hot to sit on.
and me always getting to sunburned...it was the best time ever. Thanks for that memory
sweetie...
2007-07-03 22:31:19
·
answer #4
·
answered by Kerilyn 7
·
2⤊
0⤋
I have too many to name greenwood
The bike camping trip I took by myself when I was 16.
The birth of my 3 children
The 1st day's of school for all of them
The day's I found out that they had given their heart's to God
Watching them all get their diplomas... head's held high, confident and calm
And life is just beginning....
blessings dear :)
2007-07-03 23:08:59
·
answer #5
·
answered by Anonymous
·
2⤊
0⤋
The first time I held my newborn son. That was the most precious moment of my life.
2007-07-03 22:10:26
·
answer #6
·
answered by Gorgeoustxwoman2013 7
·
3⤊
0⤋
Gosh.....memories are like stars, the more, the better
I guess one should reflect and be grateful.
And then move forward and make a million more.
2007-07-05 13:53:09
·
answer #7
·
answered by cashelmara 7
·
1⤊
0⤋
having my kids. How precious the moment was, holding them for the first time, looking into their little eyes and the instant bond between us..
2007-07-03 22:10:35
·
answer #8
·
answered by karen_03625 5
·
3⤊
0⤋
seeing my son's face for the first time
2007-07-03 22:14:00
·
answer #9
·
answered by answer faerie, V.T., A. M. 6
·
2⤊
0⤋
Birth of my son.
2007-07-03 22:09:55
·
answer #10
·
answered by Get A Grip 6
·
4⤊
0⤋