I have a vivid memory from when I was seven years old. It was Christmas Day and my family had opened Santa presents and then driven to Tahoe to make up for the fact that we wouldn't be near extended family in Minnesota for the holidays. That evening, after dinner, we hung out at the hotel and played with our new gifts and my dad took what I described then and totally remember now as my "favorites" photo.
I was laying on the ground in my "favorite" hotel. I was wearing my "favorite" black leggings (technically I had three pairs and I just rotated them around and around) and my "favorite" tunic in my "favorite" color then - light blue. I was reading my "favorite" Baby-Sitter's Club book. I was eating my my "favorite" barbecue flavored potato chips. I had a can of soda nearby and I remember at the time thinking "Weeeelll, Dr. Pepper is really my "favorite" but for this photo I can pretend it was Sprite."
I totally remember being so content in that moment (as much as a seven year old can recognize contentment). Then I remember a few days later when we got the film back how fun it was to see and re-live that moment. There I was with all my favorite things - all at the same time. It was a good day.
I got a rush of deja vu on Tuesday night when I saw a photo Hannah Low took at the Your Story Retreat. I'm 29 years old and I finally have a new "favorites" photo. I'm wearing my "favorite" chambray top (I have three and I just rotate them around and around) and my "favorite" pants in my current "favorite" color - olive green. I am wrapped in my "favorite" over-sized blue scarf. My hair is in my "favorite" place where it looks so bad that it's starting to come around again to good. I've got on my very "favorite" headband. And I'm doing my absolute "favorite" thing, crafting for no reason just the sheer joy of making something from scratch and learning a new skill. Switch out that water glass at my feet for red wine (apparently I can never get the beverage selection right) and boom - favorites all around.