So, I had a thought.
Half a thought, actually…as my brain cell capacity is still rebooting from the past two months of chaos in my reality…but a thought nonetheless.
I’m not Lupus.
I’m not diabetes.
I’m not fibromyalgia.
I’m a woman with a story…and I want to share that story so there’s no question about the “me” that is “Me.”
So…….I am going to share little snippets of “Me.” as I grew up an Air Force brat only child, many times provinces and countries away from our core family… during the holidays…photos, recipes and the like!
Sound like a plan?? 😀
Our holidays often included travel. I lived in eight different cities in the first thirteen years of my life. Not too drastic, but two years here…three years there…ten months of…where was I again? Three of those years were in Colorado Springs, Colorado. My dad was stationed at NORAD.
These pictures were taken when I was 2.5 – 3.5 years old. We’d traveled from either North Bay and Kingston, to my grandparents home. I was the only grandchild at that time.
My grandma was a light in my life.
I remember she would also touch me…rubbing my arm, or my back. She would hum as she cooked.
I remember the excitement of going to grandma’s house as the obvious: “We’re gonna have SO much to EAT!” 😀
Santa always put my stocking at the end of my bed…I remember I would slowly wake up, then slide my foot down to the bottom of the sheets, hoping and praying that I’d feel something heavy blocking its route 😉
33 D’arcy Macgee. Toronto, Ontario. I will always remember the address and the memories flood me with happiness and lil’ bit of escapism during the present chaos of my reality. I went on to Google Maps and looked it up, just for shits’n’giggles.
Made my heart happy. True story.
What is a memory from your childhood that you cherish? Holidays are meant to be with family, no matter the faith or circumstance <3