I miss that.

I miss weekends as a kid when my dad and company would get together and play guitars. There were usually other kids, cousins, etc. We had impromptu sleepovers. The atmosphere was fun and carefree. The music was a backdrop for love and laughter. Those memories are embedded into my being.

I miss weekends with my husband, whether he was jamming with friends or playing a show. We met some amazing people. We had impromptu sleepovers. The atmosphere was fun and carefree. The music was a backdrop for love and laughter. Those memories are embedded into my being.

I miss that.

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