Thanks for the Memories

The last time I saw my mom she gave me some mementos from my childhood. Pictures, report cards, class pictures. Oh, the memories.

She even gave me my baby books. Stephen and I spent the evening looking though everything. He made comments like, " oh, this was a mistake" when he saw pictures of me in typical 1975 attire. I'm so glad he loves me for who I am, not what I look like (or looked like).

While reading the baby books I was surprised to see a couple of dates that didn't jive with my memory.

I have always thought and told people that I was saved and baptized in the month of April. As it turns out it was October. I have no idea why I thought it was April but I'm just glad that God doesn't care if I can remember the date of my decision. He just cares that I made the decision!

I also realized that I broke my thumb and began the school year with a cast in 2nd grade. I have thought it was 3rd grade, but never could make that work in my mind with other events that happened in 3rd grade. So, it was good to know the date now, but disturbing to know that the way I have remember things has not been accurate.

It makes me wonder what other things I've been wrong about all these years. do you have this problem? Is it normal? Please say yes!

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Sisters said…

she also brought me my bag of memories and I must say you are SO the first child bc none of that stuff is recorded in my baby book! :)
AJL

April 12, 2011 at 12:34 PM

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