Once in a while a memory I haven’t thought of in ages creeps up and smacks me it’s so vivid.  Tonight I was sewing and listening to Pandora when Tonic’s “If You Could Only See” popped on. Immediately I had a flashback and closed my eyes (don’t worry, I stopped sewing for a hot second).

I recall listening to that song more than a decade ago. I remember where I sat, whom I was with, smells around me, the weather, my clothes, and my thoughts. (Please note that short white jean shorts are no longer an integral part of my wardrobe, thank God). It’s so strange when memories like that sneak up. Moments you may have considered insignificant at the time. And maybe they were. Or people who meant everything to you who are no longer in your life.

There are the memories that unexpectedly sneak up on you and then there are the memories you want to cling to forever.

I knew I’d love Brad for the rest of my life soon after we met. Between you and me, it was long before he felt the same way. We met by chance in a college class neither one of us ended up needing. I was instantly drawn to him. Brad can talk to a door and make it feel special. He’s the most authentic person I’ve ever met. When he says something, it’s how he feels. He doesn’t put on a show.

There have been so many times I’ve told myself to savor the moment and etch every detail in a memory. I thought I would melt the first time Brad kissed me. Thinking about that day still makes me blush. I have every angle of his face memorized and could pick his pouty lip out of crowd blindfolded. I don’t want to forget anything with him. Well, except for his obnoxious snoring. I’d be thrilled to forget that.

I wish there was a way to guarantee I’ll remember these moments for the rest of my life. Here’s praying the best ones stick …