First Memory

Memories are something I cherish. It is through them that I may visit sunny afternoons while in actuality it’s a cold snowy night in January. It is through them that I may remember happy game nights with my family. Moments where you laughed so hard you were sure abs were forming from the workout you just gave them. People and situations may change but memories don't. It is through them that I see, hear and smell my mom.

When I think back as far as my mind will stretch I have a memory of soft blankets and white wooden bars in front of my eyes. Standing up in my crib I remember seeing my oldest brother Deven walk into the room. I remember him getting me ready for the day. My toddler belly pushed out, he was unable to button my denim shorts. “Suck it in, suck it in” he told me as he patted my stomach. Shirt on, shorts buttoned we walked through the house and out the door to a sunlit summer morning.

A couple of days ago I was looking through my camera when I came upon a picture of my oldest nephew Triston and niece, his baby sister, Brin. Instantly that twenty-one year old memory came flooding into the foremost part of my mind.

A memory of a sweet older brother taking good care of his baby sister.