I see treasured memories in the form of objects
I see a whole wall of bookcases filled with the accumulation of years of faithful book fairs and "field trips" to the book store
I see a dog, worn out from playing with three-year olds all afternoon
I see a miniature rocking chair with the sole purpose of amusing such three-year olds
I see family photos from past years
I see two pairs of scriptures, still on the fireplace where Noah and I put them after we came home from seminary
I see three game controllers still left out from their last use
I see my Dad and my Brother coming home after a long day of construction work on their "super blind"
I see shoes scattered all around the house, taken off as remembered
I see a sink over-flowing with dishes owing to it's caretaker's clever but short-lived excuses
I see books scattered everywhere, originating from the book-wall
I see about ten copies of the church news and ensigns stacked on the coffee table, the reader valuing them too highly to throw them away
I see a "Barbie pink" purse on the couch
I see my Brother sifting through it in search of my mothers cell phone
I see three blankets, carefully folded by the most recent user's enthusiast, after a brief afternoon nap the previous evening
I see our big dog on the porch, watching squirrels chase each other
I see our newest cook book sitting on the table, tempting me with such recipes as Lemon-Blueberry cream pie, and Alfredo stuffed Chicken
I see a camo-patterned bag, stuffed full of thing you just might need while waiting in the blind
I see a vase full of white daisies, still fresh after two days
I see a box full of jars of peach jam, still waiting for a place to be deposited
I see some of our "food storage" piled in the corner, trying to be hidden by a large bench
I see a "diary" consisting of seven pieces of paper, as carefully cut, colored and stapled as a five-year old can, waiting to be written in
I see semi-new text books, waiting to haunt and delight all of us
I see a photo album, blending in on the coffee table with the magazines, filled with pictures of our most recent expedition
I see a very well lived in house