Memories…from Facebook

There are a lot of things that annoy me about social media.  With that being said, of course I am addicted to it.  It is terrible, and I hate it, but I can’t get away from it.  It is like watching Vanderpump Rules with my wife.  I absolutely cannot stand those shows, yet I will get sucked into it and then start commenting about each of the idiots that are on that show.  I literally find myself checking my social media accounts five minutes after I just checked them last.  It isn’t because I really think there will be something new on there, it is just habit.  I have been breaking away from those habits lately and making myself refrain from checking them every two seconds.  We made a rule in my house that we can’t have phones at dinner.  That is such a nice, peaceful time where social media has to wait!

There is one thing however that I do love about Facebook, and that is the memories.  With all of the pictures and posts I have put up over the years, it is so great to see some of them pop up that I completely forgot about.  I just watched one the other day of my daughter, who was not even one at the time, belly laughing at her brother being silly,  I must have watched it fifty times.  Then they want to see it, so I watch it another twenty times.  I get to see memories of things that I have gotten to do with my family.  Whether it be vacations, days to the zoo, parties, or just being silly around the house.  These are the memories that I love to see, and again sometimes forget about.  It also reminds me of great nights out with friends.  Going to concerts, bars, vacations, weddings, or just hanging out at someone’s house playing bags. It reminds me of stupid things that I posted because I thought they were funny, and those give me a laugh again.  It makes me think how dumb I used to sound when I would post random thooughts about the sports I was watching, like anyone else cared what I was saying.

Today had a memory of my last vacation with my wife before we had our first little one four years ago.  Our “babymoon.”  She was seven months pregnant and we went to San Antonio for  a long weekend.  She was a trooper with the amount of walking we did that weekend, and the fact that she couldn’t drink.  We had a blast, and even got to go see a couple of the NCAA tourney games.  That was on my bucket list.  These are memories that I don’t always think about anymore until they just pop up on my Facebook memories.  These are memories that make me smile and take me back.  These are memories that make me sad to see how quick my kids are growing up, but also make me happy to remember how cute they were.  These are memories that I get to talk about and reminisce about with my friends, remembering those fun nights out together.  So as much as I get annoyed with the repetitiveness of Facebook, I truly do enjoy when that notification pops up telling me that I have memories.  It is a great way to start each day!