There are so many age that I remember as we all do. Yet it is sometimes the memories that I would love to relive. Not the age. The moments that were missed. That first kiss, in the cold wind and crisp night air. That first look into the eyes of my babies, the love, the instant relief of the physical pain overwhelmed perhaps by the fear of how to keep them safe. The sad goodbyes, the moments missed. Sometimes the wistful what ifs, when life gets in the way of those most precious moments. Being held in the arms of your crush, dancing and blushing and feeling that completeness. The magical moments of the world disappearing as food and laughs and love is shared. The magic of the music that captures a moment, a feeling, a sadness and a happiness. The feeling of exhilaration, from exciting activities, the gentle kiss of friendship when nothing could be done to relieve the suffering of a friend. The saving of lives, the making dark moments as light as is possible. These are not ages, numbers, they are moments a tapestry of experience that creates a picture in the mind. Those snapshots that in quiet moments are recalled with a smile or a tear….