the Old days...

This is a picture of the house I grew up in. It was taken after the hurricane. There are a few changes, but for the most part, it's the same. So many memories come back to me when I see this picture. Playing bball on the driveway, trying to angle the car in the shade and actually hitting the wood part between the garage doors (lmao), sneaking out my window, hanging from the brick arch and the bricks actually breaking off....

but when I see this house, the one thing that sticks out in my mind is my mother. I miss her so much. If given the opportunity to see her today, I would first say how sorry I am for all the things I put her through. I understand now being a parent, just how much she only wanted me to be happy and safe. She made so many sacrifices for me that I never understood or realized.

I would then share with her how proud I am of her, who she was and the life she led. She was always so dedicated in everything she did.

Next I would share with her my beautiful daughter. She always encouraged me to have another baby, lol. As stubborn as I am, I told her it would never happen. My sis-in-law pointed out to me that Dillan most likely already has met her grandmother. That my mother was probably there when Dillan left the presence of her Heavenly Father to come into our lives. I have to think that my mother pobably gave Dillan a list of things to do to get retribution, lol.

Life is short. Enjoy the ones you love while you have the time.