Tripp’s parent’s house is special. It’s not because it’s big, or beautiful or because of the mountain it sits on top of. All of those things make it wonderful, but it’s special because all of my memories there are mostly happy.
I walk into the living room and remember getting engaged the day before Christmas Eve. I lay in bed in Tripp’s old room and remember being newly married. Laying on his bed at night with my feet propped up against the wall while the wind swept through the open windows, Tyler Childers playing on my phone while he brushes his teeth and we talk about our days. The kitchen smells like wine and reminds me of late night Martinis and talking about everything under the sun with my best friends-turned-sister in laws.
It reminds me of so many happy things.
We stayed up there this weekend and Polly got to enjoy a night swim with her aunts and Granddaddy. It was so pleasant. I may not get to stay up well past
midnight drinking gin and tonics and talking on the swing or watching movies in the basement, but I still enjoy being there and feeling safe, like I did before everything changed forever.
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