“A tree against the sky possesses the same interest, the same character, the same expression as the figure of a human.“ -Georges Rouault
The morning started with a drop-off at the groomer (Bentley) and morphed into a long drive spent cruising by our old house, discovering untouched wooded lots, and reminiscing on our time spent here in Indiana (me, Mama, & BR).
it was 19 years this past March.
a relocation from our beloved state of California to this land of new adventures, race cars, & major talk about a little film called Hoosiers.
it was a move that translated into making memories- spending summers at the ball field, learning to drive in the country, first kisses on the back porch, meeting
new best friends, purchasing parkas to experience our first snow, marking our growth spurts on a door frame in the laundry room, planting weeping willows with the hopes that a bench could someday go underneath, exploring this place- this place that was just supposed to be a new home that somehow became a lifetime of fantastic stories, & learning how to grow up as a solid unit with this family that i would choose if i was ever given the choice.
i can’t believe it’s been 19 years since i left that cute little boy with the precious curls behind, the one who said he’s be my pen pal ‘til the end of times.
i can’t believe how much has happened since that move across the western country.
& i can’t believe that all it took was a drop-off of the dog at the groomer to spark a huge hit of nostalgia that reminded me of so many fabulous past times.