I've become one of them...

I remember when I got accepted to BYU. I remember telling my church leaders the good news and they would say how much I was going to love it there. Their eyes would gloss over while they talked about all the fun I would have and then I would realize they were in an entirely different place. While we were driving around in Provo I realized I have become one of those people. I can't help it. Almost every street corner and building held a memory for me. We drove past the apartments where John and I first lived after we were married, past the hospital where one of my children was born. We drove past a restaurant where our friends told the Indian cook that his food was not spicy and the cook took his plate to the back brought it back out and watched with a satisfied expression while our friend's face turned red and tears streamed down his cheek. We drove past Stover Hall where I lived my freshmen year with my best friend, past the apartments where John and I met, past the softball field where we used to play intramurals every year...

There are so many good memories in that city. If there was a way to travel through time there are a couple of college years I would love to repeat, they were just so fun. And, I know when my kids ask me about BYU I will get all glossy eyed remembering all the fun I had.