Not just chocolates, Forrest.

Robert Zerneckis directed quite a great film back in 1994 (yes, it HAS been that long), called Forrest Gump.

I met up with Forrest just a few weeks ago, Labor Day Weekend, an experience I would not only say adventurous, but surreal.

Turns out he was right. "Life IS like a box of chocolates... and you never know what you're gonna get."

Well, I got it all right.

I never considered myself to be the kind of person that was especially good with dates. In fact, I tend to miss people's birthdays or anniversaries unless I get reminded. But I do remember some life-altering moments.

This past week marks the approximate time when everything changed for me. I can hardly believe that it has been two years. The days and weeks and months just flew by (not at first, mind you).

And now, I am struggling very, very hard to remember the details. I have forgotten quite a lot, maybe because I don't revisit them often enough.

At this point, I only remember good things. Would that be considered strange? I only remember the sparkling, beautiful beginnings. I only remember the stillness of love after the high of it wore off. I only remember what got me there in the first place.

It's all good now.

But maybe next time I'm looking at that box of chocolates offered me, I'll pick one out that stands the best out of all the rest.