We've been getting a string of happy memories lately, so don't know how to absorb if those outdo earlier ones yet. (PennEd and friends helping us recently might be happier. I still get dancing jigs over that. lol) For the longest time, I thought my happiest memory was the day I got married. (Face hurt from smiling so much that day, but I couldn't stop smiling.)
I think last year's memory peaked that one though.
It takes roughly 20-30 minutes to get from the VA hospital and nursing home to here -- our home. So I made a series of songs that all had to do with going home to make that trip. The sun was shining. The trees were just done their spring bloom and full of that bright green color only spring trees can pull of just right. Needed some help from the staff to shove in the last walker and wheelchair into the trunk of the car. Already shoved personal effects into the back seat.
And then I found out the nursing home was planning on bringing hubby home in their van.
I'm so glad I didn't know that until hubby was getting into the car. I had dreamed of bringing him home for seven months, so I was bringing him home!
Now I was saying my goodbyes to the staff, while hubby was in the car. I'm not mechanical, so when the car got fixed a month earlier, the mechanics never restored the clock or radio stations. I simply accepted the clock was 7 hours 10 minutes off, and listened to the MP3 player, instead of the radio. Hubby's feeling proud of himself for fixing the clock. (Yay! I like knowing what time it really is.) And he had just set the radio to our two favorite stations and picked the one he wanted to listen to.
Ha! Didn't let him. I had the right music to go home with, so his job was to figure out what the theme was. lol
And man! He white-knuckles when I drive, so I usually don't like being the driver when he's in the car. But none of that mattered that day. He was going home with me!
The hardest part was not crying while driving. I was so happy, I had to hold my face in to not blubber on the Schuylkill. (One of the scariest, most congested roads around here.)
Best memory... at this moment.
