Memories.

I opened my eyes to the leaves beginning to change to the colors of fire and blanket the ground like snow on the Sierra Nevadas. I begin to reminisce about my favorite memories. Waking up early at my grandmas house to smell the cold and crisp morning air filling my lungs, while I look out the window to see the earth gently arising from its sleep. I remember opening up all of the windows in my grandmas house during cold winter nights only to comforted by the warmth of my blanket and the crackling of the fire.  I cherished the nights that I got to go to my aunts house for a sleepover because I knew she would make her famous mexican hot chocolate. It was so rich and thick; something you could never get out of a package. I longed for the feeling of sand between my toes and the waves crashing against my body as I stood there sinking a little more as the tide went out. I looked out and saw dolphins swimming by the surfers and playing in the water. Its was magical to see that in their natural habitat. Life has been an adventure with amazing moments and moments that have made me stronger. The quote that I live by is “Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.” and I plan on doing just that.