What is your happiest memory?

Readers: I know I haven’t been writing much lately, having given in to being a domestic goddess while the energy to do so is present. Of course, some of that time has been in the kitchen, but I’ve also been cleaning out closets and purging my life once again of unnecessary and meaningless objects. Most of it has been, however, doing a bit of organizing of what I am not willing to part with.

However, I was reading another’s blog which listed the 20 questions that you need to ask yourself – and answer – in order to promote self-awareness. Some of them made me struggle quite a bit! One would think that, at my ripe-old age, I’d have come higher to the peak of self-awareness than I am!

One of the questions that was asked was, “What is your happiest memory?” Again, at my ripe-old age, I have a plethora of happy memories. But the first thing that came to mind was a visual of a photograph I have of parents opening a Christmas present from all of the children. My parents, in many ways, lived with ‘hand-me-downs’ and luggage pieces were a testament to that. When we found out that they were planning a European trip with our aunt and uncle, we (probably the older brother’s idea) decided that they needed matching luggage. And that’s what we did – bought them an entire set of 5 pieces of matching luggage! We’re talking old-school and a long time ago, when Samsonite hard luggage was the best of the best. I can still see that photograph in my head and the look on their faces when they kept opening the pieces, from the biggest to the smallest, and finding another piece tucked inside! No doubt, though they could have afforded to buy them for themselves, they never would have splurged on it themselves.

Of course, my most recent happy memory was seeing Phil Vassar in concert and getting to meet him personally for the first time. But it seems interesting to me to recognize that my first thought was about a gift to another, not something for myself. And I’m reminded again that joy is a greater gift than happiness, and in giving to another, we experience that something greater.

Now I’m curious to know what other people’s favorite happy memory is. And I’m curious to know if something came to mind immediately or if you had to think about it. Please share with me in the reply section!

3 thoughts on “What is your happiest memory?

  1. My happiest moment happened amid tragedy. I stood in the hospital waiting room at 3:00 a.m. and watched as the twin towers were hit with airplanes. The tragedy was overwhelming. But as this tragedy unfolded my first precious little granddaughter was arriving into this world. As death happened around the twin towers another precious soul entered the world. The tragedy at the twin towers damped my spirits, but holding my granddaughter gave me hope that God would make all things right in this world of violence and evil.

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  2. Hi Jody! You always have a special way of making my heart smile!!! 😍❀️😘

    As you may know by now, I choose to focus on the happier moments of my life. So it becomes a challenge for me to single out one happy moment.

    And yet, because I super miss my Daddy (who is already in HeavenπŸ˜‡) , I want to focus on one of my many happy memories with him….. as a little girl, he would always pick me up from school. And since I was happily an introvert already then, i would simply wait in my little corner, not moving even an inch, not even going to the playground with my friends, just staying in my “sacred space” and obediently waiting for him …. and when he’d finally arrive….. oh my, my heart would JUMP IN JOY!!! And I’d happily stretch out my arms saying “DADDY, DADDY, DADDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” ….oh that was always like Heaven to me! β€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈπŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«

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