Vivid.
For some reason, I always associate this word with memories. As in, "I have such vivid memories of ...". Sadly, it seems the most vivid memories are unpleasant ones. I remember vividly seeing my Grannie weeping beside my Granddaddy's casket. I have a vivid memory of painful times in my past - times of embarrassment or discouragement.
Other memories that I wish I held in greater clarity seem to be more fuzzy. I wish I could remember exactly how my children sounded in their first cries. I wish I could remember every word of David's marriage proposal.
I sometimes find myself going to ridiculous lengths to preserve certain memories. My text message inbox is always at 90% or higher because I can't bear to part with a message in which David says that he loves me. My voice mailbox contains many recordings of my parents' voices, David's voice, and the last message that Grannie left for me. I know that someday I won't be able to hear the voices of my parents in person, and I think I will want to hear them somehow. It's morbid, I know. But that's the truth.
I want my kids to have vivid *positive* memories. Is that possible? I want them to remember vividly picnics and times baking goodies in the kitchen. I want them to hear my voice ringing in their ears with words of love, encouragement, and faith. I want them to know, without a shadow of a doubt, that they are loved by the Lord and their parents. I want that love to be vivid in their hearts.
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