When I was little and I would memorize a new song for my piano recital or learn the Gettysburg Address for 4th grade, I would say “I know it by heart.” Now, knowing something “by heart” means something entirely different….it’s being able to recall something, deep inside, remembering the smells and sounds and touch of something as if it was yesterday. It’s remembering by heart the feeling of riding my bike, without a helmet, fast down Mt. Run Lane road, the wind ripping through my hair. It’s feeling by heart the soft stuffed elephant that my then-boyfriend and now-husband gave me at the lockers, his first gift to me. It’s hearing by heart the sound of my baby’s first cry as he made his way into the world. It’s smelling by heart the warm, breezy, salty air as I stepped out of the car at the ocean.
It’s sensing by heart the excitement of Christmas morning as my sister and I ran downstairs, my parents’ happy faces beaming.
So many things I have learned “by heart.” And I am thankful for each precious one. Have a blessed weekend. Slainte, Lisa
25 years ago today, I was waking up and filled with excitement because the next day was my wedding day! 25 years ago today, I was getting ready for our rehearsal and rehearsal dinner at Lake of the Woods. That strange, unique feeling of nervous and excited combined to make for a giddy and unforgettable day.
And then my husband to be sent me a perfect rose and calmed my high-octane spirit down into peaceful happiness and a sense that all was right in this decision. 25 years ago today, I was getting ready to marry the man that I had always loved and still love so much today. Remembering it now, and so grateful and thankful that God put us together. Hold tightly to those you love, and let them know that you remember and are glad. Slainte, Lisa
This castle hallway in Ireland has been well-used and well-loved over the years. Now, the castle lies in ruins, yet the memories of what was remain for any visitor who is blessed with an imagination. Our old house here in the States has some well-worn stairs as well, but I dare say with a bit more foot space left on them. One of my favorite things to think of is the many feet attached to the many different characters who have run, plodded, skipped and sat upon our stairs over the years. Stories…memories….life. Blessings, Lisa
Our Christmas tree is full of stories, love stories. As we unpack and hang each ornament, memories flood back with each little bauble. The M&M guys that Joshua loved as a child, the sparkly snowflakes that Nina made which always lose sparkles each year but still seem to stay nice, the pretty ballerina that Amy looks forward to seeing each year. I’m sure all of you have your favorite “love story” ornaments…please feel free to share your story. 🙂 Meanwhile, here are some pictures of some of our favorites. Have fun making memories this weekend. Slainte, Lisa
“Our First Christmas” – Ed and I bought this together 24 years ago. 🙂
An ornament made by my hubby and his mom when he was younger.
The ornament that reminds us Whose birthday it is we’re decorating for in the first place.
When I was younger and still living at home, my dad took flying lessons and got his private pilot’s license. It was thrilling to think of my dad up there flying around, and we couldn’t wait for him to be able to officially take us up for the first time. He had a little Cessna 4-seater, and it was perfect. Dad & Mom up front, my sister and I in the tiny backseat. That little plane would take off, and magically we’d be soaring up in the sky with the birds and the clouds and landing in places like Bryce Ski Resort for dinner, or sometimes just the neighboring airport. It didn’t matter too much where we went; it was how we got there that made it amazing. And the fact that my dad was flying us there made him super-cool and made us all feel super-safe. One time I got to fly with Dad alone, and he let me take the wheel for a little while. Amazing memories. And amazing how the fun things that parents do, stick with their children for a lifetime. 🙂 Thanks, Dad, and thanks, Mom, for being cool enough to let him fly. Love, Lisa