| So, I've been thinking a lot this week and here's something that keeps popping up...
I didn't realize it until recently that I really miss having a clothes line behind our house and the smell of clothes that have dried in fresh air and sunshine. Despite all the reasons we moved, that small house is still home and I miss it in a lot of ways. I miss the front porch that we helped Dad stain, the flower bed that I used to pick fresh mint and lemon leaves for my iced tea from, the swingset in the backyard, the honeysuckle that grew back there, the tree that I brought home from elementary school that was still growing next to Mom and Dad's bedroom, the white rosebush growing right outside of my window, the tree with the pink flowers in the front yard, the big back yard, and all the memories that happened in that house and still exist in my mind... There were a lot of new experiences, a lot of firsts, and it was there that we last saw some of our family members that have since passed.
I drove past it a few weeks ago and now there's a fence around the backyard, a big trampoline, and new curtains hanging in the windows. I wanted to knock on the door and ask to see it. After all, it's where I spent 16 years of my life. It's still my house...
On a lighter note, here are some pictures of the Wolf wedding :)
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