Today we found ourselves in a place, a space, a set up, that we haven’t been in for a while… and yet it was something that we used to live and breathe.
And eat. As it was concerning the old kitchen table.
Not my kitchen table… but my parents’ old kitchen table.
It was me, my sister, and my parents. And we sat down to eat in exactly the same spots we used to all those years ago.
Wow. This is a big deal. We go to my parents’ house a fair bit, and even sis and I will find ourselves there at the same time too… but it will usually be with the rest of the fam. Hubbies. Kids. And we never sit at the small round table when there are 9 of us.
But today, only 4. The original clan;) I had to take a snapshot of the moment.
It wasn’t the only flashback in time though… When we were headed out later, sis and I in the back seat of Mum’s car as she drove, Dad in passenger… she stepped on the gas, HARD, as she
reversed flew down their long narrow drive.
Sis and I turned to each other with looks of surprise on our faces before I burst out laughing.
Oh Mum. How could I forget your insane driving?