I won’t be remembered as the prettiest mom and aunt. I won’t be remembered for everything I got right (there’s not a lot). They won’t remember me as best dressed or the richest.

I’m none of those things.

However, when they’re grown with families of their own, I hope they recall the road trips and swimming pool parties. If I’m lucky, they’ll remember climbing in my bed and watching our Netflix shows on 3 different devices. I pray they smile when they think of walking around town and riding the trolley. Hopefully they’ll share stories of riding roller coasters in Dollywood and hiking in the mountains.

And I hope they lay out blankets in the front yard and eat sandwiches with their kids on hot summer afternoons.