Today I arrived back in the U.S after spending two weeks at home with my family. Usually I have no problem sleeping on planes, but today I only managed to push out some Z’s for about 3 of the 12 hours on the international flight. This meant

I had time to do some thinking. A lot of thinking, actually.

I thought of how blessed I am. Blessed with the life I have, the people who are in it and who I get to experience life with. I have always loved creating memories, and I found myself feeling so blessed and thankful to have such a deep pool of memories to draw from. You see, to me life is all about making memories, but more importantly recognizing when a memory has been made. While I thought about

my travels and all the things I have seen I still believe that most of my favorite memories are of the simpler things in life when at the time, I didn’t know that moment was going to be a lasting memory.

As I sat on the plane and reminisced about life’s happenings, I realized that blogging is not only a way to connect with others,

but also a way for me to keep a collection of memories. Obviously, I am not a daily blogger so there is a lot undocumented, but to have the tools to look back and see what I did on a certain day, to see what my mood was like through my writing, to see how I felt about a certain topic at that point in time are all ways to re-live that moment, that memory.

“Sometimes we will never know the true value of a moment until it becomes a memory. Then, it is our job to treasure that moment in time when the memory was created”