tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25493521.post9129855112316345879..comments2023-11-03T05:56:09.621-07:00Comments on Bon jour: Memories at the MaisonQwendykayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03656313802004861008noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25493521.post-24309863052347377342013-08-01T23:11:57.447-07:002013-08-01T23:11:57.447-07:00Kerry, btw...lol. it only lets me post as anon for...Kerry, btw...lol. it only lets me post as anon for some reason. - love you Wendy!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25493521.post-87250245195435787492013-08-01T23:10:35.759-07:002013-08-01T23:10:35.759-07:00I had an experience like this a couple weeks ago. ...I had an experience like this a couple weeks ago. I actually stopped and ate a taco in the car, in front of my old house...Pre-Kentucky move, in what seems both forever ago, and yesterday. I happened to be passing the old neighborhood for the first time since moving back to Arizona and was feeling nostalgic. I even mentioned to Mike it was like watching ghosts and thinking back to my kids being little. I wanted to sneak into the back yard to see their tiny hand prints on the patio slab. Your post on this is rather timely! You are such a brilliant writer. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com