But I wish we'd remember more of the little moments. You know what I mean ... all their clarity, ease and boring, wonderful idleness.
I'm sure I won't remember these specific pink roses from Trader Joes. Not after a few weeks, anyway. I'll remember the concept of pink roses from Trader Joes -- after all, they're always there and always bright and ridiculously beautiful -- but I probably won't remember these roses. Little Bit picked them out the other day because "they looked like they needed us."
(Well, maybe I'll remember them now.)