What makes a memory precious? Is it the anticipation of a long-awaited event, such as a wedding, or a birth? Or is it the everyday-ness of ordinary things—the way your dog greets you with unrestrained enthusiasm every time you come home, the way your cat always nestles between the space by your neck and head and sometimes smothers you? Do we know when a precious memory is being made? Or is it only once a loved one is gone that we reflect on previously annoying habits—dogs spreading the trash around the house, kitties meowing insistently for a refill of the food bowl—and wish we could have it back?
We know life is tenuous. We know, in the back of our minds, that in the blink of an eye, we could lose a loved one. We also know that as our loved ones age, we are coming closer and closer to the end of that relationship in its tangible form.
How do we make the most of our time on Earth with the ones we love? We must celebrate the everyday things. The way your dog insists on carrying her own leash in her mouth. The way your cat leans his head into your hand as you scratch his cheek. The way your ferret sleeps on her back with her legs sticking up. The way your bearded dragon chomps down on a piece of apple like it’s the best thing in the world. Notice these things. Recognize them for what they are. They are the scenes unfolding before our eyes every day, our own precious memories.