My kids are on vacation without me. They are spending time with family. I look at some things that around the house and can’t help but think about them. Yes, there are reminders of them even in things that are not theirs.
There is a really cute little bulldog in the neighborhood. It is white with black spots on it’s nose. It is the cutest little dog. It reminds me of how much my daughter loves bulldogs. She would be begging me to pet it if she saw it.
My son loves running. I saw a pair of gym shoes just like his. I immediately thought about him. I think about how much he has grown. His shoes are bigger than mine. He really likes to be a part of the team. He knows what shoes work best for him. He knows what races he likes to take part in.
We are selling our old house. I think of all the memories that were created there. My son grew up in that house. He learned to crawl. He took his first steps. We brought him home. We made chocolate chip cookies. My son would sneak into the pantry to get things. I don’t need those things to be around me to remind me of them. I keep those memories locked up tight. I look forward to hearing about their vacation. However, I can’t wait to make some more memories.