I'm sitting in the back of the house, and smell the pancakes that Forrest is making for us. I can also hear the scratchy, muffled song, "Jambalaya (On The Bayou)," that he's playing on his I-Phone. He is, to my utmost delight, obsessed with Hank Williams right now.
I close my eyes for just a second. I have never felt more like I was five years old, then just before I turned six,than I do right now.
It is amazing how certain scents or songs can fly you right back to a memory in no time.
Wonderful, heart tugging memories of the past, conjured up unknowingly, by my nineteen year old son~~