Sometimes I try to imprint a moment in my mind. When I was about 17 years- old I went restaurant hopping with a couple of friends. As we were driving home, music blaring, I felt accepted, included and independent. I thought, “I want to remember this moment. This is what high school is supposed to feel like.” That was one of my more successful moment memories. Sometimes I think, “I want to remember just what Josh’s face looked like at this moment.” Then later I remember that I wanted to remember something, but have no idea what it is.
Christmas this year had several slivers of time that I hope I remember for a long time.
The anticipation waiting at the top of the stairs. My kids adore sitting up there and waiting. Can’t you tell by their facial expressions. We had to wake Max up but the other two had been awake for an indefinite period of time. “hours at least.”
The moment I was stumbling around in the dark, trying to make it to the stairs, and I heard the garage open. My heart stopped for a minute, but it was these two with my Dad in tow. Six a.m. was the allowed wake up time, they’d been waiting since 5:30.
The excitement at the stuffed stockings despite that being all that was there. At our house Santa usually sets out the big thing that has been at the top of their list and that was not the case this year. That particular moment felt like the true Spirit of Christmas to me.
The simple excitement over a pen and a punching bag.
The moment that they read the letter Santa had left. Right at the bottom of it, was the first clue of a treasure hunt. Santa must have been tired because they said things like, “We like to eat these for breakfast, look where the fake ones are,” and “If you can’t see it now you are blind.”
They finally found the last clue. At still couldn’t find the prize, a ginormous trampoline in their yard. Santa forgot it would probably be pitch black when the treasure hunt was complete. Dad finally shone a flashlight at it.
Santa officially surprised them this year.
Justin realizing that his 2.5 years of waiting was over and that Adam was taking him on a surf trip in February.
Anna: Kindle Fire
Max: Basketball hoop
Mom: Money to decorate upstairs
Dad: Carver Skateboard.