I felt 17 again.
driving around back roads, with the windows down and nowhere to be.
no sitter on the clock.
in my husbands hometown.
you are always 17 in your hometown, as the song says.
we opened up a huge accordion book of my old mix (pre-ipod) cd’s and went to town.
something about those old cd’s labeled, “finals 04” or “camp mix 00” “for my girls”, well they just do something in my soul. they take me back. they fill my head and heart with memories and they make me want to just sing along.
something about tonight made me feel free.
free to dream, free to relish in the memories, not of “the best times of my life” in a way that makes it sound like the best days are over, but just thinking about the good old days.
while also dreaming about the future. the best is yet to come.