parachutes.

i miss that big old house, the way it smelled like wood and linen. i loved the creepy laundry shoot and the way the floors creaked with every step. i loved the big trampoline out back and how we could see our whole world from that deck. i loved knowing that it would always be filled with family and i was always welcome. that house will always hold pieces of my childhood. i would give anything for one more night in my friends room. we could count the train cars as it passed, we could share a bed despite the fact there was one extra, we could lay staring at the rafters trying to make out faces while we talk of jesus and our husbands, we knew someday they'd find us. if i close my eyes tight enough i can see every picture, every color on every wall...

i miss that big old house.