Day 11
My life has been rich in sweet moments as well as crushingly sad moments. Like most everyone, I am unlikely to forget where I was when President Kennedy was assassinated and the events following Where we were on 9/11 is a memory not forgotten, or when the space shuttle exploded, or when loved ones died. Certainly, my wedding day and the days my children were born are important memories I revisit time and again. None of these things came to mind, however, when I read this prompt. For some, this memory will seem far less profound or life-changing, but it is a little snippet from my life that I will never forget.
My daughter was the nanny for a family who has two adorable little girls. They are big girls (well, sort of) now, but still adorable. I was given the wonderful opportunity of becoming acquainted with the entire family, and on rare occasions, keeping the girls. This family was not from Nashville, and so it started to become apparent that they would not remain forever in my home town. When talk first began of the possibility of their moving away, I tried to ignore it. It genuinely broke my heart to think that they would not be just down the road. But, a new job was taken in Minneapolis, and they were truly going to leave us.
The husband had to get to Minneapolis while his wife stayed here finishing up packing, closing on the sale of their house. She was going to drive to Minneapolis with the girls. That is a long trip. They were just little bitties, so it was decided that I would ride with them to help in any way I could. After two days of driving, we arrived in Minneapolis. We spent the night at the girls' grandparents' home. I was flying home the next day.
I am getting to the actual memory, but I think the backstory is important. I am open to the possibility that I could be wrong about that.
The day for me to leave, the younger little sweetheart asked to go for a walk. I offered to go with her. She had just turned 2. She mainly dressed herself. This day, she put her shoes on the wrong feet, as she often did; some sparkly, pink confection of little girl tennis shoes. It was a beautiful, cool morning. We began to walk up the road. She just talked about this that and the other as we walked hand-in-hand. My heart was really aching, but that sweet moment in the quiet of an early summer morning in Minneapolis, is a scene in my life's tapestry to always be remembered.
Day 11 - Something You Will Always Remember
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