In Others’ Words: When Moments Become Memories

Moments Bermuda Horsehoe Beach 2015

I live in Colorado — a landlocked state of mountains. And yes, I love it here. I remind myself on an almost daily basis to look up and see the beauty around me. The sunrises. The sunsets. The Front Range. Pikes Peak.

But oh, how I savor a walk along the beach. The sand shifting beneath my bare feet. The waves splashing against my ankles. The breeze kissing my face with it’s salty breath. I feel so close to God when I walk along the beach.

Always have. Always will.

I’m back from a week in Bermuda where my husband and I visited friends. And I have seven full days’ worth of memories tucked away in my heart. Sights. Sounds. Smells. Tastes. And yes, the feel of sand beneath my feet … of waves splashing against my ankles …

I took hundreds of photos, transforming moments into memories … and I have just as many moments-turned-memories replaying through my mind.

  • Snippets of conversations.
  • Laughter.
  • The quiet of sitting alone on the balcony outside our bedroom as the sun rose over the ocean.
  • Relaxing on the beach while my husband Rob swam in the ocean, and watching a family body surf the waves … remembering doing the very same thing when I was a young girl and my family vacationed at the beach — and then remembering how Rob and I taught our children how to body surf the waves in Destin, Florida, where we lived for eight years.

 

Moments turned memories. Long after the souveniers fade or break or get sold in a garage sale, the memories remain.

In Your Words: What moments-turned-memories do you treasure? Are you making any special memories this summer? I’ve found the simplest things — like a family water balloon fight — can become one of the best memories. What about you?

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9 Comments

  1. June 15, 2015, 1:08 am   /  Reply

    I’m glad you guys had a good time!

    memories…well. Tonight’s a deathwatch, as one of our ancient Pits, Tammy, fades from this life. She’s somewhere between 15 and 17, but that only freights the dark of the night with more memories.

    I won’t describe them. If I do I may start crying.

    I hope, and believe, that nothing good is ever lost, that God saves up the moments, and rescues the participants, to let them all live forever, shining bright in every way.

    • June 15, 2015, 7:33 am   /  Reply

      Andrew,
      Grieving with you over this loss. Our pets are special gifts from God — they offer us a different form of unconditional love and faithfulness. Courage too. And they enrich our lives.
      When we came back from Bermuda, our dogs were overjoyed to see us — I honestly saw Jo, our daughter’s terrier mix grinning at us … and she wiggled and shook all over from happiness. Her people were home.

  2. June 15, 2015, 6:17 am   /  Reply

    Beautifully captured and expressed. You are such a good writer.

    • June 15, 2015, 7:34 am   /  Reply

      Thank you, Dee. So many memories are captured in that one photo … a favorite memory of a last walk along the beach.

  3. June 15, 2015, 7:22 am   /  Reply

    Beautifully written. This past weekend I met my great-grandson for the first time. Sweet boy, sweet visit. And lots of memeories.

    • June 15, 2015, 7:35 am   /  Reply

      Congratulations, Pat! I saw that photo of you holding him and I smiled and thought: What a blessing, what an honor to meet your great-grandson!

  4. June 15, 2015, 9:28 am   /  Reply

    I LOVE that first picture, Beth. Just stunning. Memories . . . I’ve got many, and most revolve around my family. Tickle fests, swimming in the wVes in Hawaii, watching a young boy discover a lizard, walking hand in hand. None of these are earth-shattering, but all are soul-filling.

    Great post!

    • June 15, 2015, 9:34 am   /  Reply

      Ah yes, family memories are precious … watching reruns of Dick Van Dyke and savoring my kiddos laughter, playing Uno and Scotland Yard, camping on the beach beside the Mediterranean Sea in Turkey …

  5. June 15, 2015, 4:16 pm   /  Reply

    Love this quote, Beth! Sweet moments make for sweet memories, for sure! Missed you at Blue Ridge this year. Blessings.

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