Confessions of a Serial Swooper

There are those moments in life that stay with you forever.  Those moments where you can look back and know precisely where you were, what you were thinking and how you felt “when you knew.”  A million years ago, I wrote here about how Husband and I once discussed where we were when OJ Simpson was rolling down I-405 in Al Cowlings’ white Bronco (we won’t be discussing that again).  Depending on your age, you may also remember where you were when Prince Charles and Lady Diana wed and then, tragically, where you were when you learned of her death in a tunnel in Paris.   And, of course…you remember September 11th.

But, then there are also those personal moments that are woven into the fabric of your memory.  Happy memories like your first kiss.   Your wedding day.  You baby’s first words.  And, sad memories like the death of a loved one.  The words you wish you could take back.

I started this blog in September of last year (with a blog about a trip to Dunkin’ Donuts) so that I could capture some memories that I may have otherwise forgotten.  Many of the entries since then have been silly, random slices of daily family life but a few served as a way for me to work through something difficult.

Tomorrow, Husband and I celebrate 8 years of marriage.  I remember our first kiss (outside a bar in Boston).  I remember when he met my parents (he got carded at dinner) and I remember when he asked me to be his wife.   But, will I always remember how I felt?

Anyway, in my usually verbose way, I’m trying to let you know that (now and then) I’m going to try to do a blog that explores some “When Did You Know?” memories.  Because, to me, it’s more important to record and remember the moment when I knew I’d met my future Husband (or when I knew I was suffering postpartum depression or when I knew I was pregnant) than it is to remember the name Dodi Fayed or stupid “Kato” Kaelin.

No?