May 25th, 2011 in "Waiting for my Petrichor"

All of my favorite childhood memories are with my grandma and papa. They were my favorite human beings to ever grace this earth and I would do anything to spend just one more day with the two of them. I remember the house in Rancho Santa Margarita so well. Sometimes I lie in bed and go over little details so I never forget them. The staircase that turned and at the top had a fake plant that I would always pull the little poof balls off of. The table at the top of the stairs with the miniature ceramic black poodles. The little dancing girl that was a light. The room I called the 1960s room. It was green, brown, orange, and yellow. The "blue" room with all of my favorite books and the Norman Rockwell book of paintings. The upstairs bathroom with the banana shampoo. Grandma and Papa's room with the huge container of matches, and all of papas hankerchiefs. Downstairs where Papa and I would play poker and other games. His favorite chair facing the TV, he always had the ball game on and his highball on the red coasters. Grandma's secret room in the garage where she kept all her fancy wrapping paper and gift bags. Outside there was a yellow and red swing that Papa set up for me and I would laugh and giggle and swing higher and higher into the air! I'd watch the hummingbirds come and go and one time saw a nest that I tried so hard to reach into but the mama bird kept coming back trying to attack me. I loved the garage too. I'd take empty coffee cans and fill them with water and grab a paintbrush and "paint" the stairs leading up to the house. I'd paint the two white lions that guarded the house. So many wonderful childhood memories in that house. . .