Lately, I've seen my life in pictures - like a slide show running behind my eyes.
I've seen my oldest daughter, Married Boo, when she was 1 year old, carrying a cd cover of Whitney Houston around as if it were her security blanket. She would fall apart if it wasn't packed in her diaper bag.
I've seen youngest, Single Boo, discovering "Santa Claus has been here" and saying it over and over again while shaking with excitement.
I've seen the first time that my twin sister and I competed in a Most Alike contest at the county fair and won third place.
I've seen Baby Boo sucking on her fingers as I held her for the first time. Then, her clomping around in Single Boo's shoes, trying to mimic her every move.
I've seen the fear on my face then a smile, when I realized that I was talking before a church audience and they actually were enjoying listening to me speak.
I've seen the fun of throwing snow balls on the roof with Single Boo and I and loving every moment of it.
I've seen the first time I caught a big fish and remembering the feel of the weight of the line.
I've known the hard times of letting go and of realizing that some things will never be the same again. But one thing that can never be erased are the memories. I hold those close to my heart. Those memories will always remain frozen in time.
Weekend One Word: Rooted
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