She scanned one of my childhood photographs and emailed it to me.
What a fun little surprise to receive in my inbox!
When I opened the attachment, there was a smiling picture of my childhood self, waving hello while dressed as a ballerina for a Christmas play.
Boy, was that a long time ago! And yet, I remember it like it was just yesterday. I even remember the lyrics to the song that I had to sing by myself.
I remember completely when I used to look that way. I remember what it felt like to have a body that size. I remember how my hair was golden blond in the sunshine. I feel like I remember absolutely everything.
It's cool how our memories can be so vivid. My mind has really not changed a bit since I was this age. I'm still totally the same person today as I was then, minus a bit of innocence but plus a ton of new love for the God who made me.
Back then, I couldn't appreciate as much my God and my life and the blessings He's given me because...I was just too young. But now (and even more so with each passing day) I count them and thank Him!
Thank you, God, for our memories. And thank you, God, for a Mom who reminds me of them.
