Memories

I have just written some for Arlene which were special to me, so I thought, gee, I can't leave Nita out, so I searched my memory and here are some really happy ones:

I knew when Brian really loved me, knew it for the first time when I was riding a mini-bike in a paddock on the farm at Allansford, and I confused the brake and the accelerator, and headed straight for a barbed-wire fence.

I stopped just in time, and then dropped the bike. Brian, who had been watching, came racing over to me, asked if I was alright and hugged me so furiously to him that I could feel his heartbeat. It was racing more than mine! I thought, "Gee, he really does love me!"

I remember when Alice said her first words. She was six months old and we were in the middle of a Church service. We finished a prayer and we all said "Amen", and clear as a bell, Alice said "Amen" twice. She didn't speak again for another six months! I reckon the Lord has something special in mind for her.

I remember knowing I was pregnant with Alice. Just knowing. I was so happy.

I remember seeing her for the first time on an ultrasound. I cried all the way back to the Coffee Lounge we operated at the time. Brian thought there must be something wrong. "She's so beautifullll!" was my ragged reply to his enquiry. Of course, I still have that picture.

I remember growing my first ever rose cutting successfully. It was a Queen Elizabeth, which is a beautiful pink. I was so chuffed. And then Brian accidentally mowed it down. Ah, me!

I remember hunting lizards and tadpoles as a kid. Lizards at Coober Pedy, in the bulldust, tadpoles in the creeks and ponds in Adelaide.

One of my most fantastic memories was of swimming at a Southern beach in South Australia on a moonlit night that was beautifully warm, with a gentle sussurus of a wind, it, too, warm, and the water alive with luminous creatures so that when I moved my arm, they swirled with the current I created. Wow!

I always remember the smell of Spring - flowers, green growth, lovely!