Today’s Slice is inspired by Cynthia Rylant’s book Let’s Go Home: The Wonderful Things About a House, which I read to my students today.
While I lived with my parents there were many times when I felt that the house was just too small for all of us, but now when I go back to visit, it seems like it is too big for them. I love being on my own, but I do miss the warmth and comfort of my parents’ house.
When I lived with my parents, the living room was my favorite spot in the whole house. My family was very close, and we spent a lot of time together in the in living room. I have so many memories from my parents’ living room, memories that I will always look back on fondly.
The living room is where we spent Saturday nights eating take out from Hog Wild and watching the must see movie of the week.
The living room on Christmas morning is where the four of us would exchange gifts in front of the 10 foot Christmas tree and the crackling fire.
The living room is where my dad would blast Dean Martin and Elvis Presley while cooking Sunday breakfast.
The living room was where we spent weeknights watching TV and reliving our days, the good and the bad.
The living room is where my mom would host family parties, everyone seated in various chairs, catching up, and sharing laughs.
The living room was where I would curl up on the couch with my favorite blanket and read a ‘can’t put it down’ book until the late hours.
The living room is where I would put on my comedy routines for my family, and do whatever it would take to make them laugh.
The living room is where I felt the safest, surrounded by those who loved me unconditionally, my family, my everything.