“She thought to herself, “This is now.” She was glad that the cozy house, and
Pa and Ma and the firelight and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago” -Laura Ingalls Wilder, Little House in the Big Woods
Life is made up of little details. Scraps of thought and memory weave together in intricate and unpredictable patterns creating an ever-expanding picture. It is impossible
to know which small moments will become one of the integral threads of nostalgia upon which we gaze as the years go by.
