One of my earliest memories was of special family moments shared together. The warmth and closeness of these moments can forge strong bonds. Often my siblings would talk about these moments spent and we would realize that our parents did something right while raising us. Our relationships have never been stronger than they are today and perhaps it is that reason why we are so close.

Often we found ourselves in the kitchen with our mother, helping her with her baking or cooking. Maybe that is where our love of cooking and baking came from. One thing about my mother is that she had to possess the fortitude and patience of a saint for even letting us into the kitchen with her. Her anodized cookware set at one point was shiny and new, however with us kids helping her, unfortunately those pots and pans endured battles of their own.

Each moment spent with mom is one that is treasured, although there are plenty more memories each just as special. One of those moments was family game nights. Once a board game came out, we all rushed to be the first to pick the player pieces. Some how back then we were under the impression that certain pieces were just more fun than other ones. Now it is simply a matter of who is playing the game with you and not the color or the piece that you play with.

Perhaps the best of my favorite moments was when we all gathered around the family scrapbook album. You could see the love that my mother put into each page as it was turned. With each page centered around one of us kids or our father or her, it was easy her pride and joy in her family. The brightly colored pages each carried witty sayings or memorable moments captured in film.

Often what gave them pleasure is things that made us happy, so watching us laugh and tell stories about the pictures in the album was a rare gift they could treasure. One of my favorite images in that album was of the day we went to watch the baseball game. The echoing sounds from the fans warred with the scent of freshly roasted peanuts adding to our excitement.

My dad got us each a soda and we headed to the stands. The battered black helmet shone in the sun as the ball sailed towards him. The ball tipped off his bat and headed directly to where we were seated. We all stood and raised our hands, my mother raised her camera and as the ball sailed right into my hands, she took the perfect picture.

There are numerous family moments with mine, and you can make your own family moments, whether at home or outside somewhere. My children will one day get to make some with me.

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