by Rebecca Heart
The toasts that made me cry, the hand squeezes under the table, the belly-hurting laughs that echoed down the table, the surplus of hearty foods and wine, with Noah's high chair scooted up between us.
There we were planted in the middle of my parents front yard...the yard I remember driving by as a little girl. My dads dream house. The house everyone said was a fantasy they'd never have....but there we were...There we were planted in the middle of my parents front yard...the yard I remember driving by as a little girl. My dads dream house. The house everyone said was a fantasy they'd never have....but there we were, starting out a dream life of our own. This dinner was everything to me.
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