Nostalgia

Back in the good ole days.. back in MS Under mom and dads roof. Less responsibility. Back when worries were small. Or when it was just Jace and I. And we could sleep in. we could go to bed early or late. I miss those days.

I miss supper time around the old family table with everybody. And no phones involved. I miss going to youth in the silver Altima that wasn’t mine. I miss living with sisters that I fought with. I miss going to church with the people that watched me grow up. And helped shape me into the person I am. I miss after church snacks at bumpers that didn’t make my pocketbook feel empty.  I miss chicken barns and walker mowers.

But if I was back then I’d miss things too. I’d miss Jace coming home every evening. I’d miss my two year olds random observations. I’d miss Saylor’s last little smile around her paci to me as she nods off to sleep. I’d miss baby lotion and cuddles. I’d miss my Florid people. I’d miss Hailey Rae coming over after school. I’d miss cooper. And I’d miss the grown up conversations o can have with my sisters! I’d miss my little chicken barn. I’d miss my best friend working at the shop on my yard. I’d miss the sound parenting advice I get from sisters at church.

And if I was denied this moment I’d miss it too. I reckon it’s all part of growing up. All part of getting big.. 

joy is now. And i want to be a part of that joy.