memories
I was at your old house last night. My third time in the past couple months. Each time I go there I have an overwelming feeling of memories. We have alot of memories there. All I can do is stare and look around. The only thing that has changed is there's hardwood floors in the livingroom/dining area and of course the color of the walls. other than that its the old house it used to be. Filled with our laughter and tears. But one place I do stare more often than not, is the mantel over the fire place. Remembering what used to sit there.