…. going blueberry picking with my kids always brings back memories of those summers visiting them
Chelsie’s piece paints a picture of idyllic summers, complete with family traditions, water sports, and a touch of daring adventure. The ones that stay with you and come back in comforting memories when you least expect it – for example, at a stall by the side of the highway. This is a memory of grandparents, blueberries, and bears.
…finally, a beautiful photo arrives
The memory of the wait is very vivid, with the concern for Sarah who was giving birth to her baby, the emotion for Stefano who was about to become a father, the prayers that everything would go well… and, finally, a beautiful photo arrives, with a mother and a dad overwhelmed by emotion and a small creature, with a lot of hair and two scrutinizing eyes
And sometimes, it goes into icing
I never got to meet my maternal grandmother. She suddenly and tragically passed away a mere six months before my mom gave birth to my older sister.
They were giggling like children…
I came back once from university one weekend, and my mom’s house had a nice smell seeping from it. As soon as I opened the door, the smell of butter and this heat just engulfed me.