Prompt: Moment. Pick one moment during which you felt most alive this year. Describe it in vivid detail (texture, smells, voices, noises, colors).
This one has been difficult for me. The moment that kept coming back to me was a small part of the day after Thanksgiving. The hub and I were sitting close together at one end of the dining room table. His Aunt was on the other side of him, paging through a photo album on the table and explaining all of the pictures to us. It was noisy, that holiday family kind of noise. The men were coming inside from the garage with pans full of freshly fried, breaded walleye. Each time they came in, they brought with them a gust of cooler air and that savory smell of fried food, and then they returned to the garage to fry more. Six children under the age of 7 were cycling through the room. Sometimes there would be a laugh or a devilish look or a "Mom, can I have.....". One was only 5 months old, and she was passed from relative to relative. The women were drinking wine and talking about food and marriage and family. Everyone was drawn, one by one, to the snacks in the kitchen, then they would go back to their original spots. As each shiny page of the album was turned, a different story emerged. We heard about the hub's grandma and grandpa and their early lives together with their 3 daughters. The Aunt told about the topic of the album, her somewhat scandalous marriage; she was very young and pregnant. She put her album together in honor of her 50th anniversary. Their lives together were not particularly easy, and the depictions of the extended family told similar stories.
It wasn't so much the colors, sounds, and textures that made this moment memorable. What makes it stick with me is the love and gratitude I felt just for being there with my hub and his family. When he'd look at me and smiled a little so that dimple on the right side of his cheek would show, my heart melted.
I don't always get to these on the proper day, but I think I can keep up in my own way.