Memoir 1

I was reading something in Reader's Digest about writing your "memoirs" -- you know, not an entire autobiography, but little defining or important moments in your life. I liked the idea, but have yet to really identify or pinpoint many exact moments to turn into memoirs -- and I am not even totally sure what a memoir is. These blogs themselves are probably various little memoirs for most of us. Still, I liked what it said about putting things in words being one important way to actually give meaning to your experiences and increase understanding about our lives -- for us and our posterity. I don't know. Anyway, Maybe I'll attempt a few "memoir" tests til I get some that are exactly perfectly right. After all, I need something to occupy myself as I wait impatiently for baby to come!
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So, here is attempt 1:
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"So, we've talked a lot about marriage, but do you ever think about marriage to me?" That was what he asked me that night in August as we lay looking up at the stars on the old rectangle trampoline in his back yard. My answer might have been a little more subtle, but it wasn't. "Yah!" I exclaimed, "All of the time." A month earlier my sister had asked me what I thought would happen with Mike, and that is when it first really hit me. I had absolutely no intention , slight thought of, or even reason to consider ever breaking up with him; and I knew as confidently as I'd ever known anything that he had no plan of setting me aside. It was a strangely surprising and yet calmly normal realization -- the realization that neither of us planned on ever moving on from the other, and what must that logically mean? That meant I was going to marry Mike. I could foresee nothing happening to change that course though we'd yet to even discuss it. "Well," my 22 year old self answered (happily confused at how obvious the response was), "Mike and I will probably be getting married." I tucked the little thought in my head and contentedly waited for things to unfold as they most assuredly would. . . and did.

Could the rest of you all write a few memoirs now to give me ideas of what they could be? Yes, put them on your blogs at once -- just some little tiny snippets from your lives. You are all tagged. Every last one of you family and friends. A birth story, a moment with a parent or kid, a marriage story, a vacation snippet. I don't know. Please!!? Nothing gets me thinking better than reading lots of other stuff. And I am in the mood to be thoughtful about life.