When Young at Heart. RJWeber081124

I remember the sun streaming in the windows when I was young. My Mom's breakfast steaming on the table as we came down stairs for breakfast. Seeing Dad come in from milking the cows that morning. The laughter we shared the bright light every where! Her stacks of violet flowers beneath the windows drinking in that light. The yellow curtains were so bright in that light of that day. That memory lives on even now today after about 60 years I think it has been. Memories from a family morning I carry here with me. The words that come to mind and Just happy happy happy. Guess that says it all.