A Walk Down Memory Lane...
Here are the directions:
1. Leave a comment on my blog. In the comment, recall one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember! Let's keep it clean. My mom reads my blog. :)
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. If you don't have a blog, still leave me a memory and I'll e-mail you a memory from our past. You have nothing better to do right? It's this or laundry. I definitely choose this!!! :)
5 comments:
Hey Mercy,
So, my memory of you was when you had just had Mitchell and I came over and took your picture with him. It was fun and we got a great picture too! I loved having you guys live so close! We sure miss ya!
Rachel
Mercy,
I think one of my favorite memories of us is sitting and eating Chipotle during your stress test with the twins. It was so nice to "have" to sit and chat (and eat) with no kids, no phones, no chores, etc! As I sit here, I can think of many more memories but I'll just leave one!
Love,
Kath
Oh Mercy where do I start?!?!? I don't know if I can pick just one? One of my favs is when you were pregnant with Mason and we sat on your bed and watched your tummy roll. He was so big in there and it was so fun to watch him moving in that belly......maybe also painting all those stars by hand???? Nahh, but we have had lots of fun playing endless hours of hit the deck, it came to pass, liars dice, phase 10, sequence, turnabout, and basically anything else we could think of. Let's see if we were palying games then we were obviously munching on snacks as well.....ahhhhh fun times with great friends and always cherished memories. We love you guys!!!
P.S. I don't have this on my blog yet, but I do want to do it so check back!
Kathy - I can't even drive by a Chipotle without thinking of that day and you driving me to all of my appointments - let's make a date to go to the Chipotle here in Oswego when it opens!!!
Dear Sweet Mercy:
Well, the first memory that came to mind was the time you tripped and fell off the front steps at 5201 Dana Way in Sacramento, landed on your forehead and knocked yourself out! I was terrified, not sure if you were alive or dead, held you against my shoulder while I called 911 and paced until the fire department arrived. By the time they were driving up, you were starting to come to. Then I burst into tears from the relief of knowing you were all right. In retrospect, I should have been doing CPR, but it wasn't as widely known then as it is now, and I was so scared it didn't even occur to me. The enjoyable part was that everything worked out okay, although you had a bad bruise for a week or two.
Love,
Mom
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