Memory

Grateful I am for all of the memories I have from my entire life - from before Rob, from during my time with Rob, and after my time with Rob...

However, there are times I wish my memory wasn't what it is... 

Tonight I watched someone do something that I only remember doing (or watching someone doing) twice before - once with a family I babysat for and once with my late husband's family during the week he asked me to marry him.  I watched someone "shrimping."  

A simple act.  An action that my kids watched with wonder even though nothing was actually caught.

A simple act that immediately crushed in on me like a weight pressing a flower with no one other than God and me knowing what it was doing to me.  A simple act that immediately summoned (unbidden) memories of watching Rob and his grandfather do the same thing the day he asked me to marry him.

I didn't cry.  I smiled at the delight of my boys watching this action take place.  I didn't cry.

Until now.