My little sister is getting married tomorrow. As I sit here, looking at my big poofy bridesmaid dress; I'm a bit reflective. Not only do I realize this will probably be my last moment of peace for the next 48 hours, but I'm feeling a wee bit of nostalgia coming on.
I had invented a childhood in my head that was practically perfect. When I was 21 I began dating a guy who started pointing out to me that those times were in fact, far from perfect. He had a way of dredging from the settled sandy bottom, that which I'd chosen to forget...ugly tidbits that tainted the good. What an ass he was.
Anyway, as I toast my sister and her groom tomorrow, I will be thinking of those country days. The good times...escaping to the golden fields, playing hide and seek, family camping trips, days at the beach. The good times must prevail when all is said and done.
I hope so anyway.
1 comment:
Here's too the good times
tomorrow's mighty special
never let anyone
tell you otherwise-- CHEERS.
Damn...what's going on behind those blues tonight?
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