He's my Memory

I hung out with my married friends today. They’re a great couple and they just had the most beautiful baby in the world. We talked about life, caught up on the latest happenings, and they told me it was their baby’s 6-month birthday.

“Happy Birthday,” I told their sweet daughter. “Wow, she’s half a year now.” Half a year…

Doesn’t that sound annoying?

I love their child too much to personally find it annoying, but I’m sure if I had heard that comment from a random group of people, it would have been gag worthy. But I started thinking, you really can’t blame my friends for keeping track of their days and memories with their baby. Each day spent with that little roly poly is very significant in their lives.  

Think about it. As a single person, you do it too, but instead of tracking time using your baby’s memories, you do it according to the people you date.

Sitting at dinner last night, I asked another couple of friends how they met. They broke down their story and then one said to the other, “was I dating Paul back then?”

Her friend answered, “No. I don’t think just yet. But I was already dating Josh, right?”

They went on like this for a few minutes tracking which year they met by deciding which guys they were dating at that moment in time. Then later memories were associated with their dates as well.

“Oh, yeah. I remember when we went to Argentina! OMG, that’s when I had that horrible break down over George!”

“Right. And I decided I was in love with Colin. Remember that was all I could talk about!”

So I started thinking about my past years. I definitely associate certain memories with the guys I’ve dated. Just like I associate songs, places, names…

And I’ve decided, married couples/people in long term relationships are together from there on, so they have to find other ways to track their memories. Babies seem to be a simple solution.