I found myself following a school bus today. That in itself isn’t that strange, but this one was the same number as the bus I rode as a kid. It brought back so many memories!
I sometimes find myself wondering what kind of memories my boys will have when they are grown. Will they remember silly things like their bus number because of the memories made riding it? Will they remember Hubby and I laughing and having fun with them, always being busy, or scolding? Experiences like day trips, camping in the backyard, discovering new things together?
One of my friends posted a sign the other day on Facebook, which simply said, “Excuse the mess, the children are busy making memories.”
I think those are the kinds of memories I’d like my kids to have.
What about you?
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