Do you remember?
Do you remember running out in the summer rain and playing while you got soaking wet?
Do you remember loving your grandparent’s home and playing until you fell asleep on the living room floor?
Do you remember being a small child living at home? Do you remember playing at your best friends home?
Simple and honest memories. Pure and simple memories.
Some were never born to make memories in their childhood homes.
Home is that refuge that kept you warm when the December rain fell. Whether you were cold or hungry, saddened or bursting with joy, there was a deep yearning for home. It was a warm embrace that held you after you pulled away. It was a season of contentment. It was a time of great thankfulness. Do you remember?
This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.