sandwiched between her grandfather and her grandmother
in the front seat of that Buick Regal.
She squealed, “Ma-Maw, your squashing me!”
And her grandmother laughed herself silly.
Never had she heard anyone use the word “squash” as a verb.
(And her grandmother never let her forget it!)
Oh, the minute the car drove up the long, sandy driveway
– the sand that had felt so good and cool between her toes –
bypassing the baseball beaten mailbox,
Charlie-horse, the cows and guineas, the peach trees,
and pulled up to that
old frame house on that Texas county road,
she pelted out the car door,
threw open the front door,
made a bee-line to the bedroom,
pounced on the old handmade, quilt laden twin bed,
and joyfully exclaimed,
“Home, sweet home!”
The quilts and beds – burned in the fire.
But the memories – live forever.
Oh yes …
there is nothing quite like home.
|View from inside the house.|
|Side view as it moved to door frame.|
And this is one little critter I love to see hanging around this home …
|One year old, 1999|
She has driven our lives with laughter,
pounced our hearts with love,
made a bee-line to give us memories to last an eternity …
a journal full to forever bring laughter and joy.
And she loves blue, Jesus, and children.
His perfect path for her …
an amazing ride …
starting on this Texas county road.
|Sisters celebrating birthday at Disney World|
He settles the childless woman in her home
as a happy mother of children.
Praise the Lord.