Memories

Last Saturday we went to Bryan's grandpa's house to help him with some spring clean-up. I had a very nice time out in the yard working with various cousins doing what we could. As I was working, I found myself on the side of his house. I looked up at the brick of the house and suddenly was taken back to my grandpa's house. The brick is the exact same. Or at least, in my mind it is. As I was staring at the brick, floods of memories of being at my grandpa's came rushing through my mind. It brought tears to my eyes.

Now I have this silly longing to go over to my grandpa's house just to be in the yard. To walk back into his garden and smell the growth of fresh vegetables. I want to walk to the irrigation ditch and cross all the bridges like I did when I was a kid.