Since today is our 34th wedding anniversary, my Sweet Babboo and I have been reminiscing a bit. Some of my favorite stories begin with the words “remember the time…” and birthdays and anniversaries always seem to bring them to the front of my mind.
Here are some of my favorites:
Remember the time we took Grandma Erickson to the beach, she looked at it for a couple of minutes, said, “Well, it sure is big,” and then was ready to drive the three hours back home?
Remember the time we got lost in San Diego and ended up in a super-seedy section of town where all the businesses had bars on the windows and gangs of sketchy-looking youth stood on street corners…and we were driving a convertible Mercedes that didn’t belong to us.
Remember the time Fred (our first basset hound) ran under the foot-rest of a swivel recliner and sent a really grumpy old lady spinning around in circles.
Remember the time we drove from Laramie to Omaha to see a KISS concert, then turned around and drove back home to Laramie when it was done.
Remember the time we were in the middle of a remodeling project so we spray painted a Christmas tree on the living room wall because we couldn’t put up a real tree.
What are some of your favorite “remember the time when” stories that make up the fabric of your life? And be sure to share them the ones who matter most.
Happy weekend!