Rear View Mirror
I had driven them home after the big festivities, and they were making sure I got safely on my way. I glimpsed at the mirror to see them put their arms around each other and stroll back to the house. It was the perfect coda to a celebration of love and family, and just one of the moments I treasure.
Funny thing, making memories. When you're young the memories seem unimportant. It's the experiences that matter. But as you grow (ahem!) older, you realize that experiences are fleeting — and it's memories that endure. They are the rich rear view mirror of life, a procession of images to relive and cherish.