That trip down memory lane was priceless.
As we drove in the neighborhood, my mind was flooded with so many firsts. As we rounded around the corner and I saw the home that I brought my big boys home to, I was shook. The house was there and although the backyard had been covered with concrete and a large barn had been built, I could see where my boys used to sword fight. The shed was now a backdrop for a deck and pool.
I told my little boys that I lived there and showed them where the big boys got on the bus and even took them to the end of the road and showed them where people would shoot guns, and we referred to it as “gun-town.” We drove by the elementary school that my kids went to and the fields where they played baseball.
Those memories felt like a lifetime ago. Even though I live in a town 45 minutes away and my life is so different now, those memories make me who I am.
So take the trip down memory lane, you won’t regret it. There were so many emotions and so many tears on that trip, and it was so good for my soul.
