These Oreos were Steve’s favorite. He couldn’t wait for the holidays each year because that is the only time they are made. He would act like a little kid, so excited to get his first box. Most of the time he would eat them the second we got to the car.
I was walking through the store the other day, just minding my own business and then I turned a corner and these Oreos where just staring at me. They were one shelf of many but for whatever reason I saw them as the ONLY thing, jumping out at me.
It hit me hard, that memory….all of a sudden I became a hot mess express in aisle 9. I was staring at my dead husbands favorite holiday treat loosing my shit, lol. I’ve learned over this year the best thing to do in those moments is to just let it happen…
They say you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory. And how very true. Who knew the simple act of opening a box of cookies with the biggest smile he could imagine would be one of my favorite memories someday?
As with everything lately, I really am trying to figure out the message behind this life. I still don’t know if it’s ever something that is understood, but I do know that moments like this remind me to just take it all in.
If someone you love is excited about something, even if you think it’s not that big of a deal…let them have that moment. Share it with them. Feel that happiness with them. Because someday when they aren’t around you will only have the memory of those moments.
And I can tell you that it’s better to have enjoyed all those trips to the store for cookies that brought so much joy, rather than what it would be if I would have chose the alternative.
