The Wonder Years
Two little sisters in their slippers and robes in the kitchen with mom and dad in the early morning light. Could have been one of many scenarios. Could’ve been a Christmas morning when we awoke to find half-eaten cookies, indicating that Santa indeed had come! (This was always a concern for one of the sisters, yours truly, in this Chicago home, because there was no chimney for him to come down.) The gasps of delight were certain to have been present in that scenario. Or it could have been a morning when Dad had made a special surprise for mom, for a birthday or Mother’s Day. This would have been met with little girls’ “oooohs”and “aaahhs” and simple wonder. Wonder at the beauty in life, the surprises, the simplicity, that’s nostalgic to me.