(Anyone else feeling like this lately? No? Just me then? 2016 has blown goats.)
On Christmas night we all gathered together for a post-Christmas-yay-it’s over let’s eat party at Mama Joye’s. After stuffing our faces with all the holiday sweets my mom in an effort to keep every one’s phones in their pants asked us to gather around campfire style and talk about their strongest Christmas memory.
My first thought was shit. My second thought was if I hide out in the bathroom would anyone notice?
Listening to everyone’s strongest memory it was my turn. This is what I said/wrote:
“The Christmas in which I remember most was Christmas 2013. It was the last Christmas that Emily was able to come home she was pregnant with Thea, everyone was home and it was the last Christmas we had Grandma before we lost her a month later.”
As I sat up late Christmas night I realized would I have done anything different if I had known that was my last* Christmas? (*When I say last I mean the last Christmas of my childhood.)
Which makes me wonder am I prepared for things to be my last? I’m in good health and I’m relatively young but life changes in the ordinary instant. Which means I’m building up the memories of my last.
First off. My last meal. Realistically my last meal will be one that I’m too sick to eat/and/or be one that I will throw up. So I have decided that my last meal so to speak will be all the family dinners, the wonderful meals eaten in cities which none of friends live, and tasting things for the first time.
After having that morbid thought I thought to myself what are the things I most enjoy in life? What are sixteen things I can look forward to next year?
Here’s my list:
22. Spontaneous trips to cities I’ve never been.
33. Driving over the bridge to the house in Sun Valley in Fall and seeing the trees lit up in the various hues of red, gold and amber.
44. Spring. Mainly that magical moment when it is finally warm enough to open your windows and air out all the despair and stale air of winter. Also after finishing your spring cleaning and reading a new book and smelling spring come.
55. A bottle of regular coke and floating in the pool in Summer reading People magazine.
66. Eating dinner with friends in cities we don’t live and probably will never be in again.
77. Fresh clean sheets. Oh is there nothing more delicious than when you finally are able to get all comfortable in your bed after a long day of cleaning and enjoying a freshly made bed that’s your own?
88. Taking a bath with a really good story.
89. Sitting on the beach in the late afternoon in Maui under an umbrella and watching the sun play on the ocean.
110. My grandpa’s stories.**blogpost coming soon on where I learned the art of story**.
111. Flying in a double or single prop plane and looking out over the mountains, people, and that sense of being in the middle between sky and earth. It’s a rare feeling and it’s hard to describe.
112. Thanksgiving dinner.
113. Ice cream.
115. The quiet hush of the first real snow fall. Walking out late at night when no one is around, traffic is quiet and listening to that peaceful quiet. The rare quiet of nature. No phones, no dings, no loud music, just absolute and peaceful quiet.
What are your sixteen things you look forward to? Or sixteen things that have been positive in this last year?