In The Morning, Everything Is New.

Do you ever wake up in the morning, walk outside, and get this incredible feeling of nostalgia? It happened to me Sunday morning. I went to let the dogs outside and feed them. I felt like the wind could sweep me off my feet. I sat there for a few minutes listening to the sounds and feeling the wind blow through my hair. It was such a beautiful morning. 
It all seemed so familiar to me... a sense of euphoria.  

The cool air reminded me of spring days at my grandparents house when I was a kid. I remember hunting Easter eggs, spinning around on the merry go round, and playing in the cellar. Something I miss dearly and wish my kids were able to experience.

The smells and sounds reminded me of being out at my dads house chasing chickens, climbing on the jungle gym, petting horses, feeding deer, and building things. I wanted to jump in the truck and drive out there so I could sit on the back porch with my step-mom and dad and soak in all the memories. 


I don't see nostalgia as "homecoming pain" but rather a wistful remembrance of my childhood. I hope over the years that Casey and I can create such imperishable memories for our children so that one day, when they are adults, they can be reminded of such happiness just by the feel of the air, a simple smell, or a distinctive sound.