[a moment] becomes a memory

[moment 344]

We were on our way home from dinner at Gramma and Papa's house when someone asked if they could play some music. I asked if it was going to be Christmas music, and received the answer, "it could be..."

I made a request or two, which got the ball rolling. Before long, a Veggietales sing along was in full swing in our van. It started with Eight Polish Christmas Dishes and soon included other favorites such as My Cheeseburger and I Love My Lips. At one point, we were all singing, appropriately badly. 

It's those moments that I treasure. It's those moments that turn into memories.