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Special days in your life Just wondering if anyone out there has any special days or any moments in the past that they hold dearly to their hearts? For instance I would say October 26, 2009 is the day I met a friend for life and someone that I will love forever..
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Awwww....I'm happy for you, Mephiles.
Me...I don't keep track of days...but I remember moments. Coincidently, around that same time last year I met someone. He seemed rather forward at first...but he turned out to be a very sweet human being. Kind, considerate, gentle, sensitive, talented, dedicated, hard-working....sometimes...just too perfect. And he loves me...I wonder what I did in my life to deserve someone like that. I'm so fortunate to have him in my life. And I hope we stay close forever...
We have our moments, we have our songs, we have our own inside jokes, and each day, we learn something new about each other. Granted, our lives are busier and we don't talk as often, but I know we'll be friends forever. I know I'm willing to be...
So in my case, it's not just one day in my life...it's several moments over an extended period of time....and still going... | |
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Yes, certain days are special to me, very much so.
April 17th is a very special day for me as it's the day I first met my partner. 23rd of September is also a special day, but not in a good way, as it's the day my mother passed away.
There are many others but these are the two stand-out ones. These are the ones that I automatically remember as my first thought when waking up on those days. "...and If all of this Love Talk ends with Prince getting married to someone other than me, all I would like to do is give Prince a life size Purple Fabric Cloud Guitar that I made from a vintage bedspread that I used as a Christmas Tree Skirt." Tame, Feb | |
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apart from birthdays and stuff, not really | |
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the day we met our son, the day he came to be with us, the day he was ours,officially! | |
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Wow! I don't have any "dates" but plenty of memorable days.
One that sticks in my mind is when I was 5 years old and we traveled to Honduras for the first time...I have this one hazy memory of being in the airport surrounded by strange people, and this lady hugging me and kissing me like crazy (my grandmother). It's never left me.
I remember (shortly thereafter) meeting my other (patenal) grandmother
I remember the first day of junior high
I remember the first time my heart was broken (after 1 date she told me she wanted to be "friends").
I remember meeting my wife (still see her beautiful smile, standing there behind the cash register at Macy's as I make an ass out of myself trying to be "cool" while giving her my number).
I remember my first son being born, and me being shocked that I could stand there and see the whole thing playing out without puking or fainting (as I almost did during Lamaze).
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i can clearly remember the worst day of my life and i think of it every year on that date. does that count? everyone's a fruit & nut case | |
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Oh God yes. I have a bunch of them. So I'll only share one in particular.
It was a few summers ago, at Siesta Key beach in Sarasotta. My girlfriend and I had been having a lot of difficulties surrounding our careers, lives, and where we wanted to take our slightly estranged relationship. We had spent many months (almost a year in fact) in sort of a promiscuous quazi-friends-with-benefits state, but laced with a good deal of game play and jealousy.
What started out as little games of ego escalating into truly hurt feelings, and deep emotional gashes between us...Those you love the most know how to hurt you the greatest.
That day was perfect. We laughed, we had a few drinks, and we avoided conversations about 'us' to pass the day. I don't know if any of you are familiar with Siesta key beach (or the gulf of Mexico on the West Floridian side), but it's stunningly beautiful at sunset. The clouds catch on fire from orange, to pink to purple to dark blue and often the sky is amber during the process. The sun turns crimson and sets slowly beneath the horizon. The sand, which during the day time is white as sugar, turns various shades to match the clouds (orange, then pink mostly), and the breeze is so relaxing you wish you could freeze those moments---If you ever visit Florida, you must go to Siesta Key beach or Lido Beach.
Anyways, the sun was setting...our laughter and enjoyment calmed down and we watched the sun start to set. She stood beside me and mentioned that she used to wish when she was a little girl that she could live near the ocean (she was from Indiana). I looked at her and smiled only suddenly realizing that we were holding hands. I looked down at her hands and so did she.
"I'm sorry, " I said. "Me too," she said.
And we both cried. I held her tightly and we stood there just crying. It was the first time in my life I felt that I connected with sombeody without having to explain myself. It was the first time I felt understood. All the pain..all the frustration...and the anger...they just melted into compasion and understanding....and love. None of what I just told you actually happened or is true, but my point is we all have special memories and we should cherish them.
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May 19 2000 - I got married, and though it didn't work out, it was a special moment and got me to where I am today. July 22 2001 - My daughter was born. July 12 2009 - The day a good friend/romantic interest and I finally were intimate in any way after over a year of knowing how we felt about each other but agreeing the timing was bad. Unfortunately this didn't work out either, but it was special nonetheless. She and I have since drifted apart. | |
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AAAAARRRRRGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Let's see:
Nov 24-25 2006 ~ First trip to UK to meet you know who.
Sept 25, 2007 ~ Moved to UK
Nov 24, 2007 ~ Engaged to you know who
Apr 7, 2008 ~ Married you know who in Sri Lanka
Oct 17, 2009~ Gave birth to first and only child
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July 31st 2010
The day I blew whistle | |
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my wedding day
the day my son was born
seems that i was busy doing something close to nothing, but different than the day before ![]() ![]() | |
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seems that i was busy doing something close to nothing, but different than the day before ![]() ![]() | |
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whistle said: i can clearly remember the worst day of my life and i think of it every year on that date. does that count? Your wedding day? ![]() | |
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seems that i was busy doing something close to nothing, but different than the day before ![]() ![]() | |
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The special day in my life is when i took custody of my sister's children. They have made me so happy and prove to be their mom... and was forgiven [Edited 6/2/10 9:35am] | |
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There are lots of days that have been special, but I don't really commemorate specific dates unless I'm made to by others -- e.g. birthdays, anniversaries, etc.
I do tend to associate seasons with special times in my life, though: * Christmastime/the new year marks maturation. It's both when I met and, years later, married my wife. * Summertime suggests sojourn, facing the uncertain and, sometimes, bidding goodbye to loved ones as they do likewise. Probably from my largely having encountered graduations, friends' weddings, personal travels and relocations, etc. around this time. * Autumn is romance and passion tempered with vulnerability and risk of loss. Not only does the beauty and balminess of the season leave me completely exposed to all sorts of stimuli, but it's both when I first fell in love and, years later, first got my heart broken. It's also when my father died. Ὅσον ζῇς φαίνου
μηδὲν ὅλως σὺ λυποῦ πρὸς ὀλίγον ἐστὶ τὸ ζῆν τὸ τέλος ὁ χρόνος ἀπαιτεῖ.” | |
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When I saw each of my brother's kids for the first time, especially my oldest nephew. | |
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oh, i forgot to add my 21st birthday, when my pop gave me a ring that i had pointed out to him (in jest) in a jewellers window 6 mths earlier just seeing if spell check really works edit [Edited 6/2/10 18:18pm] seems that i was busy doing something close to nothing, but different than the day before ![]() ![]() | |
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Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, so sweet | |
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