...The saddest thing about life is you don't remember half of it. You don't remember half of half of it. Not even a tiny percentage, if you want to know the truth. I have this friend Bob who writes down everything he remembers. If he remembers dropping an ice cream cone on his lap when he was seven, he writes it down. The last time I talked to Bob, he had written more than 500 pages of memories. He's the only guy I know who remembers his life. He said he captures memories, because if he forgets them it's as though they didn't happen; it's as though he hadn't lived the parts he doesn't remember.... Bob and God will probably talk for days. Page 1 of "A Million Miles in A Thousand Years" by Donald Miller.
Yesterday was one of those days that if I had a journal of memories, like Bob's, I would want to capture every memory, every moment, that was strung together to create this perfect day. There are no words to describe the beauty of this day. We were hedonists taking in the beauty of the creation that the Perfect Creator left as a gift for His created. And in partaking of such a feast, we enjoyed the fat of the land and I felt more alive than I have felt in too long.
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More sweet than bitter. So much more sweet. One of the sweetest days of my life.
the day with intentional late start and hiding companions
could not have been any better-
Danish delights in Solvang
to an Epiphany in Los Olivos-
we *had* to let Beckman without hospitality alone-
venturing along with sandwiches
instead of an eventful Rancho to Cambria's vistas
where the cool breeze and concrete counter tops screamed bliss-
seeing all around and back down
through the valley to stops left
for fruits and vegetables of another kind-
rows manicured and ready for harvest
like a grocery store ought to be-
their ultimate envy
our timely reward-
slowly to the ocean
feet soaked
down State's street in a beach town
dotted with a wealth too excessive
for any but itself
leaving a night cap reserved for comfort-
syrup laden prongs struck through fried heaven
left drool ready for the next time-
another unanticipated adventure of view
-Brent
There are some memories that are so GREAT that they burn them on the tablets of our hearts forever. I believe your day was one of those days.
I am so grateful you have the opportunity to make memories such as these.
Mommie
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