Missing

Nostalgia. It’s one of those words you might not think about much. It sounds rather old fashioned and carries a sentimental tone. It is remembering the past with affection.

Whenever I drive long distances I have a lot of time to think. My mind always wanders back to earlier times when I was carefree. My mind plays back memories of when my sisters, my cousins and I would swing from the rope on the big old tree by Rosie’s store or ride our bikes all over the neighborhood. One of my favorite things was to walk uptown with my family and look in all the shop windows on Main Street. Often we would pack up my uncles car and head to the ocean for the day where we built huge sandcastles that we knew would be reclaimed when the tide came in. Tired and happy we returned home with our little cache of treasures in the form of sea shells and driftwood.

I miss holding my moms’ hand and hearing my dad tell one of his many stories and the sound of their laughter. I miss the days when my babies fell asleep in my arms. And sitting on the deck in the evening with my husband. The truth is those days are gone now but I am grateful for my collection of memories that I can revisit whenever I want to.

I long to get back to my beloved ocean where I can see the lighthouse in the distance with it’s brilliant light. To my charming seaside home where fishing boats nestle close together as the sun bids goodbye to another day, displaying the most magnificent splash of color across the horizon. I know I will get there again. It’s just so hard when you spend so much time…missing!

“Take delight in the lord, and he will give you your heart’s desires.” Psalm 37: 4