Memories

Memories are such a gift, but kind of mysterious at the same time. You just never know when something is going to send you back. I had one of those experiences last week when we were at Disney. Growing up in southern California, we frequented Disneyland. Usually those trips included my mom and Dan, and often some or all of my brothers. When we were riding through Small World, I kept thinking "Mom loved this, it was her favorite!" And then we got to Bear Country, and it was almost more than I could take! Mom and Dan both loved it, but somehow, it had Marvin and Harold written all over it. They could weave those songs from Bear Country into most any conversation. They were all good memories, but still there was a bit of sadness that came with the memory. Lives have changed, we live all over the country and may never get to go to Disney together again, and mom and Dan aren't here at all. It won't ever be the same again, but the memories of those times just made me grin. Good memories. Really good.