Memories and promises…

We spent a lazy Sunday morning watching videos of our wedding, Maria’s first days on the planet, my pregnancy and old home movies of my own mother pregnant with me. It was a first for Maria.

She laughed out loud when she saw how big my glorious belly was, she was surprised by how tiny she once was and how young her Abuelita was way back then when she was 24.

She also got to see moving images of great-grandparents and a regal great-great-grandmother of the same name. She asked a lot of questions about them.

And it all probably prompted this exchange later in the day:

“Mami, when you are old, I am going to take care of you.”
“Really, mama, why do you think you will need to take care of me?”
“Because when you are old, you are going to forget things.”

I pray I do not ever forget lazy Sunday mornings — all PJs and messy hair and hearty laughs.