A Throwback Thursday of sorts // 003...

I remember sitting at that big ole', dark, 
water ring covered table,

me and you and you. Do you remember?

The smell of charbroiled double cheeseburgers

dripping with ketchup and mustard. The best 

place to dip fries into those burgers was right 

where the mustard, ketchup and cheese had

perfectly melted together!

Sometimes the sun was beaming in through the

huge sliding glass door, painting sunlight 
streams everywhere, all over that pink kitchen.

Sometimes It was dark and still and it was
 home. Some days I miss sitting at that table,
 in that house, our home. 

I was thinking of the home I grew up
in on a street called Estes when I wrote
this. Isn't it funny how some places stick
with us forever? I haven't lived in that 
house in 12 years, but when I dream I
am home, it's where I always am. 

♥

It's almost Friday!