The other day I had an enjoyable lunch with six friends to celebrate a retirement. We sat on the deck at a beautiful golf course in the sunshine and a wonderful breeze. Before we knew it, three hours had passed.
Both ends of the table had different conversations going on, and it was hard to listen to everything, but fun to hear a little of this and a little of that. Finally, the retiree began talking about some very special moments she had during her years of working. They were all pleasant stories, and it was easy to see the pleasure she got from her memories.
After telling one particular story, she asked us a question: “If you could live your favorite day all over again, what would it be?” It made me stop to think about that question. At first, I couldn’t answer, for there were many things I could think of, but not just one special thing. Actually, only one other person could think of something right away.
This made me want to think of some happy memories. When she told the one special moment in her life, I almost cried, for she described it through the eyes of a thirty-two-year-old woman as if it had happened yesterday. Others cried.
Days later, I still tried to think of a special day I’d want to live all over again. It’d have to involve my two boys because they are my whole world. How could I choose one day out of all of them? I couldn’t, so I stopped trying to pick out one favorite memory with my sons. They are all favorites. Well, maybe not all of them.
Could it be my wedding? No. My sister-in-law was the only one there on my husband’s side. I’ve had two weddings. The other took place in a courthouse. Life when I was a child? No, a lot of childhood was sad, not happy. If she had asked what sad day stands out in life, I probably could answer that a lot quicker. Isn’t that sad in itself?
Now, I had it narrowed down to either talking about days with my grandmother, or my first love. My grandmother was my favorite person as a child, and she tried to protect and spoil me like most grandmothers do. It usually involved chocolate! But no, there wasn’t only one special day.
I asked this question to one of my writer forums. Some told of happy memories and wonderful days to live over, for them. I went over a lot of memories in my own life, and one finally stuck out from the rest. It was a time when I was an
Maybe we’d all love to live a day over from our eighteenth or nineteenth year of life. After all, we had the world by the tail and there was nothing we couldn’t do. Or not, right? But I did choose that year of my life, and one special day to live over if I could. It didn’t involve my boys or weddings–no that would happen in the future.
By picking this memory, does that make me selfish to choose something from so long ago, when I’ve had so many happy memories since? If you knew me, you’d know I’m not a selfish person.
It didn’t involve my grandmother though I think of her often. It is about the person in my memory and a time before both of our lives changed. It was a time before we were forced to grow up. It reminds me of a Hallmark Channel movie. All these years later, thinking of that memory evokes a warm feeling that spreads all over my body.
It’s been so long since that day, and if it still spreads warmth all over me, then it has to be special, right? It involves love. That’s all I want to say about it at this time. It’s only natural that I write romance it seems, because love and happy endings have always been important to me. I see “love” now when I remember this special day.
May I ask you?
If you could live one special day over, what day would you choose?
It’s not so easy to come up with something so quick, is it? Take your time, remember… Bring up your best memories. Reminisce about the best times you’ve had in your life. In this day and age, there can be a lot of sadness with stress and worry. Why not take a few minutes, or as long as it takes, to give yourself a pleasant memory to live over…if you could.
Feel free to tell us in a comment, or keep it tucked away in a special place. Maybe write it down.
I’m anxious to hear if it was easy for you to decide.
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5 thoughts on “If You Could Live Your Favorite Day Over…”
Maybe I’m still waiting for that day. It’s a lovely idea, Mary.
I think my one special day would have to be my wedding day over again. There were so many people there that I’ve lost since and it would be wonderful if I could take the opportunity to let them know how special they were to me before I lost the opportunity. Having my wonderful wife at my side again would mean so much too.
There you go, you’ve turned a grown man into a sentimental wreck in less than 5 minutes. xxx Hugs galore xxx
A beautiful moment, David. If it makes you feel any better, I had a few of those sentimental wrecks while writing this post, and a few more reading it again before hitting Reblog. Bittersweet. Thanks for commenting. Have a great day, my friend.
David, that was a beautiful thought.
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I’m busy trying to finish a novel so I hope you don’t mind another Reblog of one of my earlier posts.