No one made Italian food like Steve. And I miss him so much. And although I was little, I miss Nick's smiling face as we walked into the store, the turkey mounted behind the cash register, and the soft served ice cream that we always bought in the summertime after a long day of fishing at Cambell's pond. There's times when all I do is reflect on the past, not all the time...okay I should rephrase that statement. I hold onto the past with all my might--that kind of tight grip, knuckles white, sort of deal.
No one makes turkey salad like Uncle Wally. No one makes chili and apple cake like my Momma. And no one's spaghetti even compares to my Daddy's. Although I've tried these different things, it seems that in my mind, no one will ever top these recipes that have been my favorites for so long. There's no use in even trying.
That's the problem with me. I'm so content with keeping things the same that when they get all mixed up, and switched up, I don't know how to cope. I'm so content with the ones that have impacted my life in such a good way, that I forget to let others into my circle.
I'm the same person I've always been. I know what I want in life. Unfortunately it doesn't always go as planned. Maybe I'll look back on this in ten years and thank god for those unanswered prayers. Only time will tell.
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Sometimes change is good!
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