{Nostalgia}: Making memories

Sometimes I close my eyes and just forget about everything I need to do.
I remember being little and me and my sister would go rollerblading around the neighborhood.
I remember my family having sock fights in our family room.
I remember playing magic school bus with April and Julie in the car while Jakob played t-ball.
The smell of swim lessons every summer.

Primary, achievement days, young womens.
I remember playing in the snow with my siblings until we couldn't feel our hands anymore.
Then coming inside to a warm fireplace and hot chocolate.
I remember game night.
I remember playing barbies in Julie's room for hours at a time.
Falling asleep to the sound of my wind chime with an open window on a summer night.
Ice cream cones melting, night games, and lots of sun.
Milk chugging contests and the sound of girls giggling at lunchtime.
Swinging, swinging, as much as I could before the school bell rang.
I remember April pulling out my first loose tooth.
And I remember how I never thought that I would ever be old enough for college. marriage. or kids.
Being in high school where my whole world was simply running and friends and sports med.
What to wear?
What to do on Friday night.
So many good, friday nights. and saturday nights.
And games. and meets.
The feeling of working so hard and being so in shape.
Running, running, running.
My mind wanders to my first 2 years of college and dating.
The time that St. George became a happy place...when that blue eyed boy showed up on my doorstep with brownies.
Brian and all of our wonderful late nights. Laughing. Crying. Talking about nothing. and about everything from the gospel to Even Stevens.
Riding his motorcycle and Sunday night walks. Frisbee in the park and Ben & Jerry's ice cream.
Love notes.
Our wedding day is a blur but it still holds so many memories.  Some stress sprinkled with a whole lot of happiness.
My lip trembling as I tried hard not to cry as I looked at him from across the altar in the temple where we were sealed forever. Happiness. peace. love.
Then my eyes open and and I am here. And it's all just a memory. My memories. My momentary childhood escape. A daydream reminding me to never grow up, because it really does happen
way too fast.
I never knew it would be all those little moments that would turn out to mean so  much to me. It all makes me wonder what memories I will hold ten years from now...