The first time I ever witnessed Hot Irish Frosting was when my husband bit into our “One Year” cake after our second reception.
I’ve never before or since seen a handsome man of Irish decent frost his face.
Just a good memory.
Last night, I said to my husband, “ask me something.”
He asked me, “what is your happiest memory with me?”
I have to admit, that the first thought (right after my wedding day) was rather odd, one day, early in pregnancy….Dan came home from work, tired, hungry and asked me what I made for dinner. I had made nothing. I had spent the entire day laying on our sofa staring at the ceiling.
He went to the store and bought steaks. He made dinner and it was delicious. That was a really happy memory for me and the first time in a long time I ate a steak.
After that we discussed our two week honeymoon driving around the western portion of the United States….that was awesome.
The random places we stopped and with no real agenda – just spending time together exploring!
After being in the car for too long, we would find a place on our map that looked interesting and visit.
Climbing the rocks for no reason other than enjoying the beauty of the Earth!
After exploring the National Monument, Dan and I drove to Denver – I have always wanted to visit Denver….definitely not a disappointment.
Drink the tap water there – just trust me – enjoy.
I really enjoyed that road trip…so much seen and yet, so much was missed. We must do that again.
I also fondly recall another night early in pregnancy. I again had been sick all day, Dan was hungry after work and made popcorn to eat. I was sitting on the sofa and just started crying followed by hard laughing. This went on for several minutes. Meanwhile my husband moves into our living room and sits on the other sofa opposite me. He sat there eating his popcorn watching me. Finally I say, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me?” Dan says, “who needs T.V., just get your wife pregnant.”
Anyway, it’s hard to have a favorite memory with one person. Life is compiled of happy memories that help us through hard days.
And that’s why we take photographs, it makes remembering that much easier.