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One-Minute Writing of the Day:
Writer: Dan Felstead
The moment we adopted our son and saw him...and he us...for the first time. Both scanning each other...a look that will remain in my memory forever...but no camera was present.
Congratulations on another win, Dan! I wish you had a picture of that moment too.... It must have been one of the most beautiful moments of your life, and I appreciated the glimpse of it that you gave by writing about it. If you'd like another WINNER! button, you know where to find them!
Sorry for the delayed announcement of today's winner--I didn't realize I hadn't named one! Thanks to beckiwithani for letting me know!
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The last time I visited my father - I didn't realise he would be dead within the next five days. I so wish I had a more recent photo of him.
The weekend of January 8th, 2005 - I did not know my baby sister would be dead by January 11th.
We had the most wonderful weekend together - she actually sent the night at my house and we watched vampire movies and talked all weekend. My hubby even arranged for her to see "Dark Side of the Rainbow" - which is basicallly watching "The Wizard of Oz" and listening to Pink Floyd's "Dark Side of the Moon". She had never done that, so my hubby surprised her on Saturday night.
Monday morning, I helped her get enrolled for her spring semester in nursing school. Tuesday she was dead, at age 39, of a heart attack.
My life has never been the same. It has been 4 years today, and I still think of my sister every single day. Some days are better than others, but some days are just pure hell.
We have family Christmas photos from a few weeks before her death, but I wish we had thought to take pictures of that wonderful weekend.
ooooo - this is a really good one
I don't remember ;o> unless it's in a photo already...let me think.
Okay...I would like to have had a photo of the day I asked Jesus into my heart, at the age of four, with my Aunt. I saw her and my mommy praying and asked how I could do that too. She told me that if I asked Jesus into my heart, I could talk to Him and hear Him all of the time...even by myself. We prayed together and the rest is history....and my future ;o>.
That would be one well loved and looked at photo, for sure.
♥ Heather
My mother's family was almost obsessive about taking photos, so we have many moments immortalized. However, I do wish I had a more photos of my father's family. We did not know his family very well. His mother died when he was 3 months old, and there are no photos of him as a child.
I really wish I had a picture from my second wedding. We were married at the Justice of the Peace, and nobody even thought about bringing a camera. It's the one day I really wish I had a tangible memory of.
I would jump to this morning when I woke up feeling well, knowing it was Sunday and I had the day to myself to spend any way I like.
The day my only son was born. Hubby had taken pics of the little guy just a few wee hours after birth.
So, yes, pictures were taken, but immortalized? No, the film developer lost the film, so we never got to immortalize that moment!
The moment we adopted our son and saw him...and he us...for the first time. Both scanning each other...a look that will remain in my memory forever...but no camera was present.
Dan
The day I finished my first script. I have a reputation for starting things and not finishing them, so I wish I had a picture of the satisfied look on my face when I finally did. Got the script though, that's proof enough.
One moment I wish had been immortalized was when my father lifted me to his shoulders, walked into the lake with me hoisted aloft, and bid me to jump in…it was grand…
That moment in 3rd grade when Billy Preston kicked me during recess. (Because then I punched him and only I got in trouble because they wouldn't believe me that he was a mean little bastard.)
Oh, wait, then I am going to need time travel too to take that photo back so I can show the stupid Miss Davis what a jerk Billy was.
Nevermind this is just getting too complicated now.
I wish I had a picture with my best friend. It has been 6 years since I last saw him, but talking to him always makes me feel better. I just wish I had some sort of proof that we actually know each other, because sometimes I'm convinced he's just a voice that responds to me when I call and nothing more...
My grandmother and I, when I was a little girl, sitting in the train depot in tiny Goldston, N.C. as she worked.
She'd be sewing, or using Morse code to contact the station down the line, or humming a hymn as she fiddled with papers and the row of stamps.
I'd be by her side, reading, or just sitting quietly, watching her work.
Favorite memories.
I'd love to have a photo of me rocking my first baby in her room. That was such a blissed out time and I remember it in my mind's eye. But I'd like to have a photograph. Come to think of it, I think I'd like an airbrushed photo of it, because it probably wouldn't look that romantic now that I think of it. I'd want my hair brushed and the spit-up on my clothes magically erased.
I would like a photo of the first time I saw a slug. ( I like slugs. )
After highschool graduation when he hugged me and picked me up off the ground
It would have to be the day my son called Fred "dad" for the very first time. Jeromy was about a year-and-a-half old, Fred and I had been dating for about six months, and one day, out of the blue, Jeromy called him Daddy. No one had ever taught him that word, nor was he ever prompted to call him that, but in his little heart he just knew it. He knew this wonderful man was meant to be his Daddy; even if I wasn't absolutely certain yet, he already knew.
I'd like to have a picture of the first time I looked at my now-husband and realized that something special was about to happen.
When I was sixteen I was horseback riding on my Uncle's farm. My usual mount was being used by my cousin, so I took another horse for a quick run. Unfortunately, I the bit she prefered was also in use, and she really did not react well to the one we used. She took off, running wildly toward the far end of the trail, then veered left toward a ditch. I prepared myself for the drop, but instead she jumped, throwing me off balance.
It was fall or jump, and in that split second I pushed my feet from the stirrups and launched myself from the saddle. I lay on the ground and watched the horse disappear, dust rising in her wake.
I sure would have liked to have seen my face. A photograph of that day would have been a great reminder of my wild adventure.
With each one of my children's births,
I would like pictures of those quiet moments
when they're cleaned up,
when they are swaddled tightly in their blankets,
crying stopped,
alone yet together
we meet face to face.
Searching those faces,
swimming into those eyes
the connection is made,
the recognition,
I know you.
Wide eyed wonder
at the sheer volume
of love,
of the miracle,
of the mother/child bond.
Nevermind, I seem to have that perfect picture for myself already!
I wish I had a photo of the moment when I told my father I forgave him. God alone was able to take me to that place of forgiveness and I realised that to be able to forgive is one of the greatest gifts we can give ourselves.
Even though it may seem cliche, it would be wonderful to have a picture of the moment my husband proposed to me. While it was over 17 years ago, it is burned in my memory as if it were yesterday. We were poor college students, but he took me to a beautiful restaurant, then to the symphony, and finally back to the campus where he had tied my ring to my teddy bear. He even got down on one knee. What a special evening!
A photo of me sitting in my car, just having left the hospital after chemo to save my kidneys - and the expression on my face knowing that I didn't die as expected.
Instead, I was given another chance to do things better.
I have ultrasound pictures of my granddaughters. I wish they'd been doing that when I was pregnant with my daughter. I remember when people would come over to visit and I'd bring out our "first baby pictures."
A photo of the time when my sister and I were still close....... before life got in the way.
Its burned in my memory as if it were a photograph, but its not. Me, no more than four, in a pink (I think) T-shirt dress, long brown hair and bangs spinning barefoot, bathed in the sunshine coming in the window. My mom in the corner of the photo smiling and watching. To tell the truth, I don't actually know if this ever even happened. It might have occured with my sister, and not my mom. Or alone in my room. That's why I want a picture so badly- to prove that something of the sort actually happened. I really don't know why I even have that memory...
Wow. This is really hard. I have pictures of most things in my life.
But, I do not have alot of pictures of my kids when they were small. I do not have alot.
The first 'date' with my partner of 3 years - it's etched in my memory now, but there's no guarantee the memory will remain accurate!
We were at our local haunt, the place where we had originally met, listening to one of our favorite musicians. He left to go to the bathroom.
The next thing I knew, he was onstage ... with a microphone ... talking to me. And then coming over to me, kneeling, and pulling out a little box.
I wish I had a picture of my face when I said, "yes!"
New Year's 2009--my midnight kiss. A moment that changed my life for the better. :)
Snapshot:
When I was little I would eat dollops of petroleum jelly and match tops. I'm fully normal. True story.
Street lights kissed his lips as we swayed low in the hammock on the cool night of the last summer we would spend together.
Thank You, One-Minute!
By adding a list widget on my sidebar right under my blogroll, where I see your most recent Word, I'm easily reminded to do the one-minute write! The same list then lets my readers see what that one minute pulls out of my silly brain!
A picture of my girlfriend's face the first time she said, 'I love you.'
It's etched in my memory so clearly right now, but I know it will fade with time and I never want to forget an inch of her face in that one moment.
My first kiss would be nice....
The moments after my daughter was born. My dear husband had two jobs..get me to the hospital and don't forget the camera. He only accomplished one of those.
Those precious moments when my 3rd baby was only a day old and we had no clue what was ahead of us.
A picture of the three of us... my fiance, myself and our stillborn daugher... April 16th 1999. The day was grief stricken but the love that we shared with each other and our daughter surely would have shown throw in that photograph.
I would like a photograph of my father in Ireland. I was 12 years old and we lived with my grandparents one summer on Castle Road. We visited "Auntie Eileen's" farm. She had hay stacks. REAL hay stacks.
My sisters and I jumped onto and into them shrieking with glee. My father would pull us off with astounding success considering there were three of us kids.
We repeated this process until obliterating over 30 hay stacks.
It was my first experience of sheer glee.
Heres my moment:
Summer 07, my best friend took me on vacation with her and her family to florida. I would like to have a picture of her and I sitting on the back porch of her grandparents condo, with our cell phones and ipods, and short shorts. And the fountain with all the lights in the pond behind us. and the lightning bugs. It was like a dream. Because I was so far away from anything that had ever hurt me. And we were so careless, and genuinely happy. I'd like to remember how that feels.
A five year old with this toy car collection from his b'day arranged on table.
This five year old is me ignorant of the political world around,just happy of the fact there are things to keep him happy.
Life's immortality is family and friends.If there is a sense to feel keep it an heart.If there is a face to remember then it should be wit eyes closed.
The day in which I realized that exams were over.
I had sat the last exam at the university a week before, and I was writing a chapter of my final dissertation. Suddenly it dawned on me that the next time I would face a professor would be to discuss my dissertation and I was struck by the notion that I would be the expert, and he the listener. I would be in control.
Exams were over, exams were over! I stood up and danced about the room in a frenzy, laughing and crying with joy. Exams were over! Exams were over!
I had never felt so happy before – or after.
I'd like to have a photo of my mother and myself beside the Loire River in Blois, France. We were on vacation during my expatriate assignment in Belgium. She accompanied me, and when we moved there it was only the second time we'd been to the Continent (the first time was on a trip to find the house we were living in). Seeing the Loire was a dream that we both had, and it was pur joy.
My Christmas and New Year celebration with my cousins years ago. We never had the chance to celebrate it together again.
My younger cousins are all growing up so fast that I'm not even a little bit surprised that I won't be able to recognize them when we see each other again.
For all I know, they might have forgotten all about it. Hmm.. Maybe I'll also get a copy for them :)
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