One of my favorite memories of my childhood is when my Aunt Debbie came to stay with us for a few weeks. She lived in Alaska and it was always a treat when she could come to stay. I was seven years old at the time.
One morning my sister and I snuck downstairs to where my aunt was sleeping. We tried, but did not succeed, at trying to stifle our laughter as we crept and crawled closer to the couch. In the early morning darkness of the basement, we were unaware of the smile on our aunt's lips.
She was not sleeping.
Emily and I crept closer and closer...
We did not surprise my aunt that day, of course. She surprised us. But years later, I find myself surprised again. Why does this memory stand out so clearly for me? I can't even remember what I ate for breakfast yesterday!
Perhaps I remember that memory because it was so dear to me. It was such a simple time in my life. The laughs shared with my sister and Aunt Debbie brought me joy.
Joy that is still surprising even today.
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