In the car on the ride home from the mall this night, I panicked. My memory doesn’t seem to be that great anymore, or at least I feel like I’m having trouble remembering things. “I can’t think of any memories that don’t have a photo attached” I cried. Maybe it’s just because I take SO many photos but I have to think pretty hard to think of moments where I don’t have at least one photo tucked away somewhere that is related to it.
The next day Jeff said something along the lines of “I had a lot of fun yesterday!” My response was “I don’t remember what we did…?” A few minutes passed before I remembered what had happened in the car the night previous. We both had a good chuckle about the irony of that.
I don’t know if my memory is getting foggy or if I have unrealistic expectations and just feel like I should remember every single thing but hopefully this series will help me feel a bit more at ease. Evenings like this one I never want to forget.
xoxo




