"This is the day which the LORD hath made;
we will rejoice and be glad in it." --Psalm 118:24.

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Making Memories

Today is a great day,
Its memory...I'd like to keep;
Like a photo...in my mind,
I can draw on and reap.

But, memories are fleeting,
As sand, through our fingers...seep;
Time rushes on...rushes on,
Few memories...can we keep.

Oh, the happy memories,
Captured forever...in photos;
And, the hand-drawn characters,
That Mom's tape to their frigs.

Sad memories...we all have them,
But, as time passes;
They wither and are gone, as grass is.

So, today's happy moments,
Tomorrow's memories shall be;
Make it a great day,
Store them in your heart...don't let them flee.

Today...truly all we have,
Let's live in the present;
But, remember...we're making memories,
Let's weave them into a fine garment!

--Aimee Love

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Yesterday is history. Tomorrow a mystery.
Today is a gift. That's why it's called the present!
This is special...live and savor every moment...
You are making memories!

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Click here for The Making of a Memory Poem

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Here's a story that's poignantly touching:

The baby is teething, the children are fighting, and my husband just called and said to eat dinner without him. Okay, one of these days you'll shout, "Why don't you children grow up and act your age?"

... and they will.

Or, "You guys get outside and find yourself something to do and don't slam the door."

... and they won't.

You'll straighten up their bedrooms all neat and tidy with bumper stickers discarded, bed-spread tucked and smoothed, toys all displayed on the shelves, hangers in the closets, animals caged, and you'll say out loud, "Now I want you to stay this way!"

... and they will.

Then you'll prepare a perfect dinner with a salad that hasn't been picked to death, a cake with no finger traces through the frosting, and you'll say, "Now there's a meal for company."

... but you'll eat it alone.

And you'll say, "I want complete privacy on the phone! No dancing around, no pantomimes, no demolition crews! Silence! Do you hear me?"

... and you'll have it.

No more plastic tablecloths stained with spaghetti, no more anxious nights under a vaporizer tent, no more dandelion bouquets, no more iron-on patches, no more wet-knotted shoe strings, no more tight boots, or rubber bands on pony tails.

Now, imagine your lipstick with a point. No baby sitter on New Year's Eve. Washing clothes only once a week. No PTA meetings, no car pools, no blaring radios, having your own roll of tape, no more Christmas presents made out of toothpicks and paste, no more wet-oatmeal kisses, no tooth fairy, no giggles in the dark, no knees to Band-aid.

Only a memory of a voice crying, "Why don't you grow up?"

And in the silence will come the echo,

"I did."

--Author Unknown

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Blessed Little Memories

Tender little memories
of little things we've done
Make the very darkest day
a bright and happy one.

Tender little memories
of some word or deed
Give us strength and courage
when we are in need.

Blessed little memories
help us bear the cross
And soften all the bitterness
of failure and of loss.

Priceless little memories
are treasures you can't buy,
And oh, how poor the world is
compared to you and I.

--Helen Steiner Rice

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My arms reach out through time and space
And hold each memory in place:
A creaking swing, a whispered word,
A promise only night winds heard...
A little footstep on the stair,
A small fragmented baby prayer.
My arms reach out through time and space
And do not find an empty place.

--June Masters Bacher

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Life is a scrapbook, torn and old
In which our little lives are told,
And when the twilight shadows fall
This is the sweetest thing of all;
To turn the pages of the years,
Remembering with happy tears
The faithful love, the perfect friend...
These things are treasured to the end.


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Click here to read the words and hear the music of a beautiful hymn entitled, "Precious Memories" .