Monday, December 7, 2009

12-5-09
















Mom and Steph in the front seat, snacking on Cap'n Crunch Berries straight from the box. Mom's feet are on the dash, shoes off. Music blaring Van Morrison's "Brown Eyed Girl", everyone bobbing their heads. The air smells like salt from the sunflower seeds Nikki is chewing on. Zach is in the back, shaking his head at us goofy girls. The land passes by us as we drive; weeds, boring. Crunch, Crunch, Crunch; you hear the cereal bag crunching beneath the music we're all singing along to. It's almost like everything's going to be okay. Like our great grandma didn't just die, and we haven't been bickering the entire way. All we can think about is home. Home. Home. The sacred place we run to, that place we all have in common. We forget that Steph's leaving for Ireland soon, Nikki's headed out for college, and Zach's taking the leap into highschool.
What do you do?
What else is there to do than just...

Sing.

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