Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Carry me


Do you remember what it was like to be carried when you were little? I think about that now as I carry Severen around all the time. I know he won't have any memories of these super early days but I hope he will remember being small-ish.

I have one very vivid memory of being carried, probably from when I was three or four years old. I fell off the swing-set in our backyard. Maybe it was a face plant, maybe it was a tumble. Whatever happened, I got hurt and my dad scooped me up. I remember being up high, peeking over his shoulder, and walking down the driveway (backwards, from my perspective) and into the house. He was moving faster than normal (I think I had a bloody nose) so I was kind of bouncing. He was wearing an old gray sweatshirt, like the kind you wore to the gym in the 80s. His neck smelled good. I felt so safe.

And that is it - less than 5 seconds of actually memory, but such a special one. These photos make me really happy, too. My parents are so young here! My mom is probably 26-years old in this photo.

5 comments:

Eartha Kitsch said...

What a sweet memory. I can't remember that far back. That's pretty cool that you have at least a snippet.

No Carnations said...

So nice that it felt safe even though you were hurt. Such a great memory.

Karen/Small Earth Vintage said...

Love that memory...and the photos are so sweet! Some of my favorite photos are ones of my parents and grandparents holding me as a baby.

Hannah said...

What a sweet post :) I can remember little snippets of time pretty far back too.

steph.kelley said...

Awww Duff memories! Thanks for sharing. xoxoxoxo

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