The Summer Before

The summer leading up to me getting married was like one long, sentimental walk through the park. Everything my family and I did felt like, “this is the last time.” The last time we will ever take a car trip as The Anderson Family, the last time I will sit in my house, drinking from my coffee cups, and eating my cereal. Now it is my parent’s house, coffee cups, and cereal. They have never said it’s not yours anymore, but you just come to terms with that kind of stuff on your own. I’m quite sure everyone in the family was feeling the same way, sentimental. My parents seemed more like my friends, my sisters and brother, more like my friends. Everything in our lives was changing.