The House that Built Me

I took one of those silly surveys this morning that you find on facebook.  I liked this one though because it was called "What Miranda Lambert song are you?"  I love Miranda.  Ironically I was pegged as a "House that Built Me" song.  I can't remember the formal description but it struck a chord with me because I drove past the spot of one of my favorite houses that built me this weekend.  My mom's parents home in Ft. Thomas was one of my favorite places in the world.  My grandmother died when I was 12 but I can still smell her cooking.  I can still remember what it felt like to rock to sleep in her arms.  I can still remember sitting on her over-sized screened in back porch.  Or in the summer, only being allowed indoors during the Price is Right/lunchtime.  I can still remember wondering what it would be like to be allowed to sit at the adult table during Thanksgiving.  Oh, to press rewind to a time when a skinned knee was my biggest problem. 

It's a little sad to drive past that spot on Tremont Ave now, because it no longer stands.  It burned down.  I drove past this spot on my way to a funeral.  In the same spot we have laid to rest everyone that I love.  My step-mother's father had passed away.  It just got to feeling so nostalgic.  I had shed some weight the day before that I had been carrying around since my dad passed.  How beautiful was my childhood?  How amazing are my blessings?  While it's sad to see the past behind us, how much can I rejoice in what was given to me?  How important is it to build this into the next generation?  Things are so different now, people are so different now.  But they don't have to be.  Time to press rewind, I guess I could have gotten the song Automatic too...