Evening light in my bedroom.
Growing up, I was often times greeted by the sounds of my Mama playing the piano when walking through the front door, or sometimes awoken by it on Saturday mornings. My sister has recently begun re-teaching herself how to play, and the noises fill our apartment with feelings and memories that sweep me back home.
ooo, do you have an upright in your home?
ReplyDeleteAt my parent's house there is one. Ashley is just using a key board, which is hardly the same - but close enough!
ReplyDeleteI have followed your journal for a while now and your life seems so exciting. My favorite photo is still the one of your father with the ice cream on the deck. My name is Veronica and I live in Houston.
ReplyDeleteThat is a favorite of mine too! What a precious memory. I'm glad you like it.
ReplyDeleteMy life, to me, seems far from exciting - but it's definitely very special, yes!
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That is a favorite of mine too! What a precious memory. I'm glad you like it.
ReplyDeleteMy life, to me, seems far from exciting - but it's definitely very special, yes!
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