Making Memories

To you this might look like just a generic 90's shower with a random stuffed cat and plastic coffee pot haphazardly abandoned in it.  But to me, this is a memory of the sweetest kind.  A memory of a chubby cheeked, curly haired little girl marching around with her kitty and toy coffee pot, hiding in the shower and peeking around the corner with little giggles and shrieks, and then pulling me and the pup in the shower too for an impromptu dance party.  Both hands up in the air, swinging that kitty and coffee pot around like we're on Soul Train.

Every night after Lyla's gone to bed I get this crazy little thrill from picking up her toys.  Walking around the corner and seeing the play guitar on the ground from a morning jam sesh, and putting the book away where she learned to say "yak" just that afternoon...it just brings a smile to my soul. 

Remembering the sounds of her and Joan shouting "YAK!" with a fit of laughter following every one while I laugh to myself and continue to respond to emails and take calls for work.  Those are the sweetest moments.  And picking up those messes...as overwhelming as they can feel at times, it's a trip through memory lane for me.  Even if it was just a few hours before. 

Those messes are her imprint on this house and on my heart.  And let me tell you, my heart must be BIG to handle an imprint the size of her messes.  ;)

- K