There are so many places Angus can go to sleep in the house
and every time, without fail, he lays right under my feet, nestled under
my chair at the kitchen island while I work.
Today, I took a photo of it so I could remember.
In my mind, I see our family dog, Chucka, curled up at the end of
our pink living room couch. I wish I had a photo of it.
There are so many things I wish I had photos of, especially in my
house on Fir Avenue, like the crab apple tree swing,
the silk drapes in Page and Courtney's room, the VHS cupboard with
hundreds of tapes crammed inside.
The cupboard above the microwave with loose marshmallows and
spaghetti noodles.
The drawer in the laundry room with every size of battery known to man,
and broken flashlights.
I wonder what my kids will remember in our homes.
