Wednesday
Wednesday is church night and a reminder of how my parents always saw that my brother and I were in church every time the church doors were open. I have such wonderful memories of church and my childhood. I was raised in a Christian household and surrounded by love. There was never one day that went by that my parents and brother didn't tell me they loved me. Wednesday night was a little rushed sometimes to get ready for church and make it on time. As I walked through the graveled driveway, I would meet friends waiting for me. We would run and greet one another and fellowship until time to go in. Smiles were seen wherever you might look. I don't even have to close my eyes to recall the smell - the old wooden heavy doors, the polished benches and the sometimes slightly damp smell in the air. I was so proud of my family - my big strong and kind dad, my beautiful poised mother, and my handsome little brother with his hair neatly combed. Times have changed but I will reminisce again soon......
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