Prompt: 5 minutes. Imagine you will completely lose your memory of 2010 in five minutes. Set an alarm for five minutes and capture the things you most want to remember about 2010.
This was the year you drew The Moon for her wedding. And as you walked back from the lodge to the bungalow, you saw that The Moon was true. It hung in the clear winter night sky blue and round and full of promise like the ring on her finger.
This was the year you made salve with your hands.
This was the year you held Sadie. She was happy, and giggly, and sucked on your fingers.
You held Caroline too, as you signed her parent’s wills. She was 8 days old.
This was the year you stood for hours in a field of clover, waiting in the drizzle for your husband to finish his trail race. You thought of your father, and how he had always waited in the stands for you to finish skating. Gloves in the pocket, just in case, is a good idea.
This was the Year of The Hanged Man.
This was the year of the gas leak. And the water leak. And the year of the new Guest Room walls.
This was the year you got back on a bike and felt like the wind itself.
This was the year you went swimming in the ocean before breakfast in Hawaii. You hiked to a waterfall to please your husband, and surprised yourself at how easy it was. You wore a white dress, and knew you’d marry him again.
This was the year you stopped eating things that made you sad.
This was the year of The Eight of Cups.
This was the year you sat by a fire outside of an Indian Studies Center in Montana and heard a man sing lullabies in three Native American languages.
This was the year you made your own granola.
This was the year you went home again, and saw your childhood, and Evanston, with new eyes.
This was the year you heard fireworks, and danced to the music they made.
This was the year you went to a real speak-easy, sitting with friends in a too-dark booth, sure that you had been a flapper in a past life.
This was the year you rescued a sewing machine.
This was the year you re-blessed the house with a big party, and realized more friends had children than not.
This was the year you rushed to your hotel room, imagining plane crashes in your head, only to find that you had gotten roses for your anniversary. You brought them back with you, and against all odds they survived the trip from St. Louis.
This was the year you dreamed you were a rainstorm.
This was the year. The best year so far. May every year be the best.