Memories

I have a really, really great memory. I don't remember useful things (such as anything ever learned in any class) but I can tell you what I was wearing that night in 2001 when I saw that band for the first time. And if it was snowing and what was playing on the radio on the way home. I've always considered it a curse. I'm beginning to wonder if this is another trait Sam and I have in common. He's surprised me a few times by blurting out things we did months and months ago.

Last night we were in the car after dark. Sam was in the backseat chattering away when he suddenly paused and said, "I see Bay."

"You see Bay? Where?" I asked.

"The lights there," Sam answered.

I couldn't figure out what he was talking about until I looked up. There, on all the streetlights, were lit-up Christmas decorations. Could he really remember last Christmas at Grandma Barb's house? He wasn't even two then! And he is spot on - Christmas decorations are one of the first things that come to mind when I think of Grandma Barb.

I kept talking to Sam about the lights. Sure enough, he insisted that the holly and snowmen made him see Bay. What a sweet kid!