Last night we met up with my family at Palmcroft to go to church. It was good to be back in our old section of pews and to see our friends from there. It was also good to see Melanie and her daughter, Alyssa, one of our childhood family friends, who was in town for a visit. When my Mom told me she was going to be there, the first memory that came to mind was all those nights our parents would get together and play cards. We would roam the neighborhood gathering up locust shells. For what, I don't remember but it kept us busy.
Afterwards, we all hit the restrooms before heading home and stopped for some gas. As Bobby was cleaning the windshield ,Tiff said, "it's like we are on a vacation or something"!
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Isn't every day a vacation??
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