In the name of remembering the past, and recollecting on good days of yore before I head off to college and start a new phase of life... I'm going to start posting memories from my past. Just those little things I look back on and smile at.
There was a phrase in our home. I don't know where it came from, but the skies would fill up with dark clouds and we'd wait anxiously for the first sound of a drop of rain against the window. tap. "Rainy days mean popcorn!" We'd say. Mom would smile and we would run get everything ready. Davis poured the kernels into the popper and plugged it in. Peyton was always in charge of melting the butter. And I filled up the glasses with ice and poured in the coke. And then we'd all do a little pleading, saying you just can't have popcorn and coke without a movie, and mom would let us put in a Roy Rogers.
I'm not sure how the tradition started. Maybe it's just that when you live in Texas, rain comes seldom enough that it's worthy of a little celebration. But here's a hearty thanks to a mom who, despite her love of schedules and plans, could forget the check marks realize that special days are necessary, and we would still graduate without that second half day of school.
