Alzheimer's runs in my family. They think now it skips a generation. My grandmother has it. Do the math.

And aside from a few negatives that just remind me this is real life, I had one of those weekends that had me frequently thinking "Remember this. When you're old and alone and can't remember anything, this will bring you back. Remember...."

Remember the feeling of waking up to a strong, bare, warm, tan and freckled shoulder that hasn't been there in way too long, but for today is...

Remember holding hands with my husband and walking through an antique mall, telling stories of our youths that the items recall to us...

Remember lying in bed with Trevor chirping and purring on my chest, with Aslan in the bathroom talking over the sound of the shower water where my gorgeous husband was...

Remember watching Trevor and Aslan brave the wilds of a new fountain water bowl...

Remember listening to the sound of my step-son singing in his shower down the hall...

Remember...

I hope you're having a weekend to remember, too.