I think back to my younger years and fondly recall moments on the front stoop with my mom and pops. It’s where you could usually find them perched after a long day working in the yard. Mowing, raking, weeding, and tending to the odds and ends needed to keep their yard in pristine condition. They’d plop down with a cold beverage, mom usually had a large ice water and dad enjoyed that ice cold, glass bottled, Pepsi. They’d sit and drink and wipe their brow and watch their girls speed up and down the sidewalk on their bikes. Occasionally we’d hop off and squish our sweaty selves in between them and beg for a drink of that ice cold Pepsi.
Their own little piece of heaven. Midwestern, blue collared and blessed.
It was theirs.
We were theirs.
And they were ours.
These little moments as ordinary as they seemed at the time, were the moments that taught us what was important. Taught us to have pride in what was ours, what was good, and what was fleeting. Those little girls grew up pretty quickly, but that stoop was always a welcome home when mom and pops was sitting there waiting for our return.
I snapped this picture of my daughter, because I wanted to remember her little rainbow shows, her favorite heart pants, and how little those legs were, sitting next to me on the steps, my own stoop. We were sitting here admiring her dandelions while her brothers played, and daddy finished up work in the yard. In our yard, on our own slice of the pie, living our own Midwestern dream. Funny how a simple life moment can send you back in time. How beautiful it is when life repeats itself in the next generation.
How do you want to be repeated?
“A house is built of walls and beams, a home is built of love and dreams.”