We were in a parking garage the other day, and I told John that underground parking garages always remind me of going to Japan, because we would stay in the Hilton and leave our car in the garage. The only other parking garage I ever went to when we were little was the one at the mall, but it didn't have that same echo and parking garage smell.
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Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Aunt Wilma's Chair
The other day I was pretty worn out, and was rocking Luke in my Aunt Wilma recliner that Kathy passed on to me.
I got thinking about how much Aunt Wilma would have liked to know that I was rocking my babies to sleep in her chair, how she would have held them and cooed over them and loved them. And then I felt like I was getting a big hug from Aunt Wilma.
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I got thinking about how much Aunt Wilma would have liked to know that I was rocking my babies to sleep in her chair, how she would have held them and cooed over them and loved them. And then I felt like I was getting a big hug from Aunt Wilma.
Special memories or stories from Aunt Wilma? Add a comment or write a new post!
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