The house that built me

I was introduced to this song by Kristen. I love it and it says what I so often feel. I think about the house I grew up in and long to take a stroll in it one more time. I remember when we were cleaning the house out I walked all over and wondered how I could capture all the memories that were contained inside. The back porch where dad hung his hat. Would I remember the best tub ever? The apricot tree that grew huge apricots. The 2 lemon trees and the wonderful flowers that grew in the yard. The bird houses that were build by my dad. The smell of new wood cut in dad's shop. The amazing garden's that were grown. The wonderful front windows that offered a view of the telephone wires where the squirrels ran back and forth. The grass that seemed a mile deep and oh so soft. And the two wonderful parents who lived within those walls. That is the house that built me.

When life gets way out of balance I just need to head back to good ol` Los Gatos and regroup and renew those wonderful memories and life can go on again!