Well, I began this morning with a giddy excitement because I am going home to Colorado for the Blossom Festival. I get to wear my crown, sash, and wave to people in a parade (Blossom Queen 1986). The giddiness quickly changed to panic when my mother called, and I realized that I had read my plane ticket wrong and was very late to the airport. With only a few minutes to spare, my sweet friend who agreed to meet me and take me to the airport missed the airport turn off four times, and I discovered that I had no money for flight change or baggage.
I felt stupid. I am a librarian, and I read the plane ticket wrong. Oh, the irony! I did get on a plane, 4 hours later, so I will hopefully make it to the banquet this evening for the Blossom Royalty.
As I reflect on why this upsets me so greatly, I understand it is because this represents a sweetness of the past, youth, beauty, possibilities and promise. It is good to rest in those memories and soak them in. It is impossible to completely enjoy such moments as a teenager. It is too selfish of a time. Here and now takes over those ticking seconds. It passes by with a fleeting smile.
Today, I value the snippets of memory. I was young and beautiful, and my future shone brightly before me. If I could go back to that float sitting in my pink dress, I would shout to all that would listen, "This is a day that the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it!" I would lift my face to the sun and savor the warmth of the years to come. Life is precious. If only I could have really understood that then....
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