But his mother treasured all these things in her heart. Luke 2:19 As I grow older, my memories have grown sweeter each year. Thank you for my precious memories. Memories of long walks in the woods. and a winter when there was snow overtops of the trees. yes, it did happen. I wish I had taken pictures. I'm thankful for the many memories we created in this house I'm thankful for the memories of playing softball. with the pastor of our church. As he stepped to the plate, he said, "You need to move back further" to the outfield. They laughed until he hit the ball a mile over their heads and into the woods. He did not run the bases; he walked each one of them. Game over. I don't think they ever did find the ball. I'm grateful for the memories that my sweetheart. and I have created over the years; having dinner on The Victorian Princess. Memories of thinking I could outrun him.