I have a lot of respect for people who have been through so many tough times. It really makes me think about how lucky I am to have a supportive, loving family on my hands. If I were in a rough patch in my life that included cancer diagnosis for my husband, I would break down. My life would turn from perfect to a disaster in a matter of months. I need to start praying for all those other people in this world that are suffering, that might not have a family to spend time with, that may be in debt; losing their world to reality. I need to be grateful.
As soon as Brian had gone to bed, I pulled out my family’s photo album. My mom put it together a few years ago as a Christmas present for Brian and me. I never thought she would be nice enough to take time out of her life to make something for me. I knew I was ungrateful back then, otherwise I would never have moved out for the sake of my own life, my own selfish life.
I began to open the cover of the red and green leathery album, hoping to find empty pages rather than full pages with thousands of memories attached. I smiled seeing my beautiful face as the first picture with writing underneath it as my birth information: Jane Elizabeth Carter; 7lbs 8oz. Born at 11:11 pm.
I hear creaks walking down the stairs and look up from my memory lane to see a sleepy Brian standing next to the couch with his arms crossed. I smile at him and allow a few tears to fall from my eyelids, remembering how excited my mom was when she gave birth to me. Brian wipes the escaped tears from my cheeks and sits down next to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, like old times, awaiting me to begin our new memory lane of photos.
I flip the next page to see my mom with a stern look pressed onto her face, and me sitting on the floor with two markers in each hand, caps off, and floor a new shade of red. I begin to smile while Brian reads aloud the caption: Silly Jane tries to repaint our floor with a bright shade of red, mom does not look too happy with her. I look to the picture next to it, me sitting on the floor with a monkey costume, my two parents smiling at me. I read the caption aloud this time: Jane has a new costume: a Monkey! It suits her well, especially because she is one!
Another couple tears fall from my eyes, looking at how happy my parents were back then. The next page looks like a new year; I am about a year old and sitting on my mom’s lap with a huge smile. My dad is next to my mom holding a cookie and the camera, my eyes gleaming with cheer: Jane is now a year old and loving the teething phase.
Below is a picture of me holding a giant cupcake with monkey frosting on the top:Our little girl is having her first birthday, mom bought her a nice banana cupcake with our favorite monkey on the top.
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