Grandma J's Tree

This tree holds more memories than I can count.

I miss being young with no care in the world. My biggest worry was climbing a tree, and how far I could push my fear of heights.

I miss grandpa's truck. Playing in the back with cousins I only see once a year.

Now we are lucky if we see each other every 5 years.

I miss pretending we are the Judd's. It was even choreographed.

I miss Grandpa J.

I miss it all.