Memories

This week I have thought about so many different lists of things that I could put in this post. I could write a list about being a nanny to my little cousin, Jack. I could write a list about my mom and my sisters. I could write a list about school or being on the newspaper staff. Right now, though, as I sit here watching Tuck Everlasting, and earlier, as I was watching my littlest cousins play in the pool in my grandma's backyard, I find myself being grateful for memories.

I am so incredibly lucky to have the life that I have. Everyday, I wake up in a bed that my mom bought me, in a bedroom that I have to myself, in a house that is provided by my amazing parents. I come downstairs to see my sisters whom I love and who love me. I look in the pantry and see that there is plenty of food for my breakfast (though I rarely actually eat breakfast.) When I need to go somewhere there is almost always someone available to drive me and when I come home there is a comfortable and welcoming home waiting for me.

There is so much that I often take for granted in my life. I try to take time to let my parents know that I appreciate them and all that they have done for my sisters and I, but I know that I don't do nearly as well or as much as I should. I have always had everything that I needed and wanted (within reason.) I have always been allowed to be a part of whatever activities caught my interest and my family has always supported me with everything I do. These things have provided me with so many wonderful memories that will last me a lifetime and everyday more are added to the list.