Today, I am taken back to the loving memories I had as a child. Not the ones that clouded the days but the ones that I carry with me. My grandmother, who is the one constant in my memories, would be cleaning the mess my sister and mother were making while preparing the turkey & fixings, the chill in the air that was felt throughout due to the lack of insulation in the old creeky house, the old heater that kept only one room warm, my father's squeaky laughter as he watched something on tv, my brother who enjoyed torturing me, and me... who at that time didn't realize was taking it all in. I'm thankful for those memories that have shaped a piece of me to make me the mommy and wife that I am today. I miss the family I once knew and held dear to me. Even as time has passed those moments stopped time dead on it's feet. Frozen in a few moments that I take with.