I remember when my brother was born and when he and Mom came home from the hospital. I am two years and nine months older than him to the day.
I remember wondering why everyone was crying on the first day of Kindergarten. I was so ready to be in school.
I remember blowing kisses to my mom as I skipped to the bus stop.
I remember having my hair set in pink foam curlers after my bath on Saturday nights.
I remember Dad making popcorn and religiously watching Little House on the Prairie and The Waltons as a family.
I remember my mom reading to me.
I remember crying so hard in 1977 when we moved from California to Virginia. I was very sad to leave my grandparents and remember driving away from their home waving to them from the back of our station wagon.
I remember when my parents gave us a puppy on New Year's Day. We named her Roxie Noelle and she was beautiful.
I remember competing in the Prince William County Spelling Bee when I was in 6th grade; however, I don't remember which word I misspelled to be eliminated and am not sure I could spell it anyway.
I remember wearing Jean Nate' and Love's Baby Soft.
I remember when CDs and MTV came out.
I remember babysitting four children (and sometimes the psycho mom) for $1.25 an hour. Sometimes the Mom would pay me to go to the movies with her. I was in junior high. I think that was weird and very sad.
I remember giving my friend, Stephanie, some of my lunch money so she could put gas in her car so we could get to school. It was about 29 cents a gallon then.
I remember having a couple really bad poodle perms. I looked like Annie with dark hair as I twirled around the house singing, "The sun will come out tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, there'll be sun..."
I remember seeing 42nd Street at the Walnut Street Theatre in Philadelphia. I loved every moment of the night and know it had to be a huge financial sacrifice for my parents to take me.
I remember my first date. It was with Jamie. We went to Great Advenuture in NJ (exit 7A off the Jersey turnpike to be exact). I was supposed to be home at 11:00. Our last ride of the night was on the Pirate Ship (back seat of course so we could go the highest). I saved the bear he won for me but my purse went crashing to the ground, blue eye shadow and all. They had to close the ride down for several minutes while they called for a supervisor to retrieve my purse. I got home at 11:30. I remember my parents were NOT happy.
I remember having Top Gun posters in my college dorm room. Tom Cruise was so dreamy then.
I remember wearing long johns under boxers with my sorority sweatshirt to class in college. I was NOT alone in sporting this look. I also remember wearing skirts to class with penny loafers (with pennies), too.
I remember preferring to stay home with my parents than go out on "bad" dates.
I remember the first time I laid eyes on Don. My life was forever changed. There weren't any more bad dates.
I remember the tears in his eyes when we got married.
I remember leaving my parents' home for good on February 14, 1993. Don was home from his seven month deployment and ready to take me to Maine so we could live as husband and wife. It was a pretty dramatic scene, to say the least.
I remember the sensation of my nose hairs freezing when I lived in Maine.
I remember when my biological clock went off with a vengeance.
I remember the disappointment each month when I found out I wasn't pregnant.
I remember when Chris & Meg brought Connor home from Russia. Little did I know that would plant a seed in my heart for international adoption.
I remember when the radiologist said, "Mrs. Osborn, you have a brain tumor."
I remember the incredible relief I felt when Don and I decided to adopt from China.
I remember getting "the call" and the joy that followed.
I remember holding Lindy for the first time.
Obviously, I could go on and on. While it is so wonderful to remember, it is also important to keep looking ahead, too. I cherish the memories I have (good and bad) because I know they are part of who I am and have become. However, I look forward to creating new memories.












