We all know that it is truly the simple things, the simple experiences that end up imprinted on our soul, forever in our memory.
At least, we say it does. Makes us sound so noble, doesn’t it?
But last Thursday really was such a day of simple pleasures.
As you know my mom has had some tough times lately, lots of falls, etc. So if she’s had a tough time, then I have too.
But Thursday the sun was shining and the trees were practically florescent in their fall colors. I told my mom I was going to take her for a drive and then to lunch but I didn’t tell her where.
We drove around for a little while and then I pulled into probably one of the few restaurants of this kind anywhere. A real drive-in restaurant, the kind where you order your food from a speaker and then it’s brought to your car and a tray is affixed to the side of your window.
What memories that brought back. I used to be one of those “carhop” waitresses. I’m ashamed to admit I wore short shorts for that job but I can’t lie. But I made a lot in tips!
My mom enjoyed herself and kthought it was fun. She was concerned she might get food all over herself so we used whatever we could find in my car to use as a kind of ‘bib”.
We ordered their famous Coney Island Hot Dogs. I loved them. Maybe the best Coney dog ever! She said she didn’t like it but she ate the whole thing. She always says she’s not hungry but then eats good anyway. It’s kind of like a family joke we all wink about when she’s not looking. It’s not meant to be insulting. We find it very endearing. I swear she has a hollow leg. She’s always been like this. She fights to maintain her weight; I fight to lose it. Some things are just not fair.
I swear she has a hollow leg. She’s always been like this. She fights to maintain her weight; I fight to lose it. Some things are just not fair.
We laughed and ate and talked.
I tear up just thinking about it because ten days ago, I thought our time together having fun would never happen again.
What a gift God gave me.
It’s amazing how precious life and experiences become when you know it’s only a matter of time before they’re gone. You are acutely aware that each day is a gift, each memory precious.
There’s an old southern gospel song titled Precious Memories” that speaks to my experience and how I felt.
I started off this post about “simple” things. Yesterday, I wrote about praying simply. Life is complicated. Let’s complicate it less by
Life is complicated enough. But we can make things so much better when we take a simple approach to things.
What do you think?
God bless and have a good day.