Many sentiments ran through the three-bedroom, one-bath house of my youth. Fights over who wore the favored pair of cut-off shorts last, the struggle of school mornings and the revolving bathroom door were common occurrences. I am sure words were spoken with high emotions of every type in the crowded walls of what we called home. Regardless, with the love of our parents, each day offered an opportunity to learn to trust in the security of their love.
Our mornings began with a huge pot of cheese grits and homemade biscuits. Our days ended with a warm kiss goodnight and a gentle tuck in bed. When we moved from childhood to youth or teen years, the “tuck” was replaced, but the kiss remained. I know this sounds a little hallmark-ish, yet it speaks volumes of how life was when the simplicity of childhood hid the struggles of the real world.