i don't remember big events. i remember little details.
i remember what color a sweater was, who ate what cookies, what kind of flowers were in the vases on the tables, what types of sprinkles were a hit with the little ones.
i'm not sure why my mind works this way. why i remember this way. but i do. maybe it's because i once read that god is in the details. or maybe it's just how i am, how i was made.
i wouldn't change it, though, my attention to details. i like that about me. noticing the small pieces gives me more to be thankful for, more to learn, more to know.
and helps me to realize just how much more i still have to learn and know and be thankful for.