Wednesday, December 02, 2009

I was just thinking about the real life happening here.
Two years have passed. Such critical times in most of my roommates lives.
Early morning laughs. Late night scares. Evening walks.
Constant sounds of cars driving by. Woods stomping through the house.
Doors slamming. The garage door opening and shutting repeatedly.
The kitchen never being clean. Deep cleaning rarely being done.
Voices in song all day - Thank you Woods/Zog.
Relationships, that are about to become one, began here.
Puppies coming and going... just to visit. No, Woods never bought a pet at Anita!
Watching t.v. shows weekly TOGETHER.
Birthday breakfasts. Decorations.
Engagement parties. Theme parties.
Baby showers. Wedding showers.
Bible Studies. St. Patrick day Parades. Cookouts. New Years Parties.
Flowers. Always. There's always a boy chasing down someone living here. Tee hee.
[Zog's wins the prize. Maybe I'll post a photo, sorry PW]
Snow. Rain. Hail. Winds. Trees falling in our backyard.
A break in. I think of my camera daily.
The driveway, where someone is always blocked in.
The pies/cookies/cakes/treats always on the counter for sharing.
For me, listening to P and B talk on the phone every night. Without fail. For a long time.
Laughing and then Brittany laughing because she can hear me laughing. Through the wall.
Brit's horrible ring tones and horribly loud alarm clock.
Sharing clothes. Sharing jewelry. Sharing food. Sharing.
Praying communally through Mrs. K's cancer.
Praying through the shock and loss of Mark.
Praying communally through Life's first breaths.
First dates. Heart breaks.
Mood swings. PMS. Tears. Laughs. Grunts. Fights. Good talks. Hard talks.
Screaming fights [Woods/Myself = fruitful .. after]
Zog's suitcase up and down the stairwell, for her many travels.
Shopping bags. Grocery bags.
Lindsay always sleeping in my room, with me.
Finding out Laurel was going into labor with Jack, at 4 am. We were in the closet, below the stairwell because of the tornado. Jack came with a bang.

There's more. I'm sure of it.

2 comments:

Kate said...

love this post. love you.

Brittany said...

oh tear. i will miss sleepy abby in the morning.