I don't like shopping all that much. Never really have. I get grumpy and want everyone to just get what they need. So when we were out at the mall this weekend I was surprised to find that I was having a good time. Me being the inquisitive person I am tried to figure out why. Suddenly my thoughts were disturbed by the boy asking me a question. It was then that I realized it was his telling me the stories of all the funning things we had seen or done in this store or that store that made this particular trip fun.
It suddenly dawned on me that our best memories, the ones we both see as real fun, are not the big trips or planned excursion. Turns out that it's the little times, the everyday memories that will always mean the most to us.
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