Favorite memories of just sitting around the counter talking.
I’ve been thinking since I first saw you posted this and have absolutely not been able to make a decision about what to share. A lot of my favorite memories are the ones where we’d just sit around the counter talking. Drinking from those plastic cups we insisted on!
There’s one from when we were pretty young that always stands out to me – I was messing around (as was always allowed at your house!) but I went too far and broke one of Michele’s castles that lined the wall up by the ceiling. I was completely being careless, I think I threw a ball at it? And it BROKE. Big crash.
I had never seen your mom upset! She was always level headed and kind when we messed up, nothing seemed to faze her. So based on her immediate reaction I totally expected her to get really angry, to yell at me, or “not like me anymore” (kids lol).. But she didn’t. Of course. She just said “I need a moment” and left to her room. She came back later and I apologized and we talked it out.
Michele taught me so much over the years but that specific moment was an example I think about all the time.
On a lighter note – I can’t see llamas without wondering if they’re the evil spitting kind! And I fondly remember us all fighting every week for the front seat in the truck (so you could play ANY music you wanted). And doing fire drills to justify our obsession with burning things inside.
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