I have a four-by-six-inch photograph hanging on the blackboard in my kitchen as a constant reminder. It is a photo of my dear friend Verda, who had just returned from a five-mile snowmobile trip when the picture was snapped. Verda is sitting on the back of the snowmobile in her blue parka and grey leggings, and orange scarf pulled up carefully around her face. She is completely dusted in fine, white powder from head to toe.
You are probably wondering why I keep this particular photo as a reminder, and what it could possibly be a reminder of. Perhaps you would be intrigued to know that my friend Verda is ninety-nine years old. Really. She is. And she recently took a five-mile snowmobiling trip and got completely dusted in snow.
This photo reminds me to live. Every second. To enjoy every moment. To be spontaneous. To make memories.