Every time I hear the song, The House That Built Me by Miranda Lambert, I cry. It makes me miss my mom so much. It also makes me want to go to our little house on 99th Street in Kansas City, knock on the door, and begged whoever lives there to let me in. For just a little bit. So I can collect the memories I didn't know I was supposed to be collecting when I when I lived there so long ago.
This is what's on my mind today ...
This is what's on my mind today ...
