[astarte]

My first favorite memory is not one specific day. It’s little blips that just made things feel safe and happy.

Lying on the hot concrete next to our pool after swimming all day…sometimes I’d fall asleep there.

Making clubhouses in our trees.

Playing flashlight wars with the kids during summer after dark.

Coming home from school and seeing my mom’s car in the driveway, which meant I didn’t have to go to the neighbor’s house.

Pretending I was going to be an astronaut someday.

Looking through the JCPennies catalogues at the prom dresses.

Cooking my mom breakfast in bed on Mother’s Day and her birthday.

Flying on airplanes – that moment were you got above the clouds.

Digging in our backyard looking for secret treasures.

That was fun…I’ll think of more another time.