Last week, one of the members of our church life group was house-sitting for her sister and she offered to host our weekly gathering at her sister’s place.
So, [fifteen-minutes-too-late] Adam and I jumped in our super-clean [thanks Adam!!] Explorer and drove down to a city we haven’t been in for almost two years. It was the city where we started our married life together.
The house we met at that night was just a couple blocks away from our old church where we used to spend SO much of our time. It was also just a very short drive away from our first (and second) apartment.
So, after our life group ended, Adam and I decided to drive down to our apartment.
It was so weird.
We hadn’t been back to this area since we had moved into the town home we bought in November 2008. There just hadn’t really been any reason to go back.
Driving to our old apartments, we passed by the CVS that we would always stop at for daily necessities.
We passed the Brueggers Bagels that we always looked forward to eating at right before church on a Sunday morning. It was always two cheese jalapeno bagels for Adam and one try-something-new-every-time bagel for me.
We passed the El Pollo Loco, Rubys, Starbucks, Baja Fresh, and Rubios that we had eaten in so many times enjoying a date with one another or a time of fellowship with our friends from church.
We passed the park and movie theater where we had gone street witnessing with the group from church. And where we had played Frisbee and Smash-Ball on a summer night.
And then we entered our apartment complex. We drove in the same entrance we used to always use. First, we drove over to our one bedroom. Then we drove over to the other side of the complex to where we had our two bedroom.
Had it really been almost two years since we in that complex? Together, we talked and talked about details that we remembered.
Things we did in specific places.
Conversations we had and the exact locations we had them in.
Trips to the laundry room.
Driving around late at night trying to find a parking lot.
Carrying my piano up those stairs.
Remembering what our place looked like inside.
I didn’t know it then, but we were building memories.
I mean, I knew that one day I’d remember those days but, in that first year, I never really stopped to realize the preciousness of each day and the fact that I would cherish those memories in the future.
Back then, I was too focused on building.
Building our marriage. Building our relationships. Building and keeping up with all our activities. Getting ahead in school. Building for the future.
I never realized I would miss that time of life. I occasionally would tell myself I would. And I’d sing along in the car to the country song, “You’re Gonna Miss This” and remind myself to open my eyes a little more.
But I didn’t actually believe it.
Now I do.
But from that experience, this is what I have learned.
Ok, so things aren’t perfect. I still have to finish painting my less-than-halfway painted walls. I still have to get my piano tuned. I still have to do this. And that. And this other thing. And that other thing.
I’m gonna miss these days someday. I don’t realize it or think about it enough, but I am building memories NOW.
Our first year of marriage, I was just living. Every-day-daily-life living. And now, those daily-life-days are memories. Beautiful memories.
And my today will, someday, be a memory.
At this point of my post my parents are probably reading and smiling to themselves saying, “Finally, she is realizing this! Hopefully she is actually getting it!”
My parents know very well that I have a tendency to always look ahead to the next thing. Ever since I was a young child I wanted the next stage of life. When I was in junior high, I just wanted to get to high school so that I could prepare for college. Two years into college, I was married.
My mom has always said to me that I am her “April Child Dreaming of June.” (lyrics to a song about always dreaming of the next stage of life.)
I’m going to [try to] start allowing my mind to slow down. Maybe my pace of life won’t slow down. But I want to be more aware of soaking up my days and enjoying the little blessings and even the struggles that life is offering me today.
I want to take more pictures.
I want to write and journal about my daily experiences.
I want to steal those hidden moments to embrace it all.
Because tomorrow, today will be a memory.
This song below PERFECTLY describes me. Minus the arrival-of-children part. That is the one part of the song that hasn’t quite happened. Yet :-)
And, for all you who pretend you don’t like Country Music, this song is going to bring out the truth. After listening to this song, there is no denying that Country Music is awesome.