Just the little things tend to roll through my mind, of the thoughts, the moments or memories that time stopped, and some part of your heart told you to remember this, you’re going to need it someday. You’re going to use it to look back on, it’s going to be the glue that’ll help hold you together when everything else seems to be unraveling. It’ll be the icing on the cake, a thought that was sweeter than you had expected it to be even at the moment of it’s conception. A memory a blip blurb of time.
This was a memory being born.
Mom doing her little dances
Being ornery and taking out her teeth just to annoy you.
Those are only two, if I took more time there would be a few or more, no matter what or when the time is ripe and I’m just sitting, along will come the memory a lovely reminiscing.