Golden Memory
I often forget that there was a time when my kids were not living with me-and that they have had this life that I was not a part of. I also feel like we spend so much time talking as family that I naively think “I know everything”….but I don’t. And they are funny in the ways that they let me know that. Ciera has spoken on occasion about how she loved going to Golden Corral when the kids were living with their foster parents. In fact, she’s gone on and on about it. The chocolate fountain, desserts, and Isaiah has joined her in his love for buffets and choices. I can’t recall if I’d ever been to a Golden Corral…Not going to lie, I do recall a visit or two to Ponderosa. And while it was a childhood memory that is hazy now, I didn’t remember it in such a way that I was running back. But, this summer, on our way home from a trip to the mountains, Bob looked at me and with a twinkle in his eye, he said “let’s do it, let’s go.” I had just seen the sign for the nearest exit so I