This is your place to write about favorite places of yours. What sorts of places feed your soul? What places are filled with your best memories?
My best memories are backyard memories with my family, children, nieces and nephews, Mom and Pops--swimming, making homemade rootbeer and sitting on the lid while dry ice smoke puffs out, playing "Chicken" on the diving board, watching my sister try to do a swan dive and halfway through realizing she wasn't sure how to do it so it turned into a cat-claw clamber complete with a yowl.
And singing around the piano memories. Those are some of my favorites, too. By myself memories? The places I walk. Singing at the kitchen sink. My bathtub, who has seen me through many a sore ache many times a day. it's amazing the jacuzzi pump still works. And children memories? Bedtime stories. Smelling like lavender after their baths. The small moments: "Sadie, we don't put pennies in cakes. Let's take them out." Being with my son in D.C. over spring break and watching him convulse after eating way too much Wasabi. On purpose. And maybe this sounds corny, but I like wherever Patrick and I kneel and hold hands while we pray morning and night. It's like being wrapped in a blanket that's soft, fluffy and deliciously thick. And I just like being at home when he's there, too. Two souls living parallel, loving lives without being needy.


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