There are a million things I wish I could say to you and countless memories I would put to word.
But how does one begin to describe the images etched into my mind?
The spirit recalls childhood moments, but it is fuzzy and my sister and I are in my grandparents basement.
The smell of the couches and sleeping in oversized t-shirts on the fold out couch in the spare bedroom.
I remember my grandparents on either side of the bed. We read the life of bears and Hans Christian Andersen fairy tales. I remember that big white book. Rumplestiltskin and the ugly duckling.
I remember cold cereal in the mornings and the smell of coffee brewing. I remember chilly Halloweens and looking forward to hot homemade apple cider with real cinnamon sticks. I remember laughing and painting and sitting in the bleachers on Saturdays… watching you coach basketball games.
How lucky I am to have these inside me, sewn into my heart.
How sad it is that no one else will ever know.
I wish. I wish….