And I’m not talking about when I walk on the treadmill, or go around the lake by my house for exercise. Those walks include Netflix and podcasts. (I’ll let you figure out what goes with what.) I’m talking about the walking I try to do every morning while I wait for the coffee to finish brewing. I walk from my kitchen to my dining room to my living room and back to my kitchen. Then repeat.
The loop takes about 25 steps. Times that by a larger number and you’ll get 1,000 steps, which is what I shoot for as a minimum requirement before I tackle the day’s first internet tasks. Sure, if anyone looked in my front window they’d wonder what the hell I was doing, but it all adds up to a little more movement in my day.
While walking this morning I got an idea for this blog post. I keep my December Daily album out on the
dining room scrap room table all during the month of December. I like to see the progress and to flip through the pages. As I walk, I see it on every lap and it reminded me of a conversation I had with Aidan over the weekend.
She was home for an overnight and I was flipping through a photo album that contains all the shots of me and Dan’s first year together, including our first Christmas. While there are a few things I do remember (shopping at Dayton’s with my employee discount to get brand new ornaments and then coming home from work one day to find the tree had toppled, breaking half of those ornaments), there are so many things I just do not remember.
For example, where’d we get the tree?
It was the first Christmas of my life having a real tree. I’d grown up with a much loved artificial version, so the experience of shopping for a tree was completely novel.
And I have no memory of it whatsoever.
What gifts did we give to each other?
What did we do on Christmas Eve?
What was is like to spend my first Christmas away from my family? How did that even feel?
I see snippets on Instagram of people’s December Daily albums, especially those with smaller children and all I can think is, “You are so smart for doing this!”
I realize some of us are gifted with a sharper memory than others, but as I near 50, there are a lot of things in my life I don’t remember. How I would love to have little Christmas albums from Aidan’s first one. Or Cole’s. Or me and Dan’s.
And you know what? I’m fully certain that if I get to be here on this planet for another 5, 10 or 15 years or more, I will look back on this year’s album with much gratitude for having done it.
This is less of a lament than it is a celebration of the power of a little holiday scrapbook and scrapbooking in general.
I’ve known Ali for some 12 years now, and it’s crazy that just now I’m really getting the value of a December Daily album. So thanks, friend.
Keep saving those little stories, in December and beyond.
You will thank you someday.