Fall is one of my favorite times of year for many different reasons. I love the apple cider and pumpkin donuts, the vibrant colors surrounding me and the nice cool crisp air. I start thinking about fall/winter comfort foods. (chili, chix and biscuits and hamburger pie)
But with the cool air brings back memories of childhood and new adventures. I remember the anticipation of new classes, new teachers, new bus stops and different classrooms. I can smell the freshly sharpened pencils and new erasers. The look of clean white paper that has never been written or drawn on but none the less waiting for its masterpiece. As fall is ending and winter starts I would like to share a specific memory filled with love, the smell of donuts and the first day of school.
As everyone knows I am the oldest sibling in the Cahill family by almost four years. So once I began school it was a adventure I endured all by myself. This means a possible new bus stop and different buses to try to catch at the senior high. The first week of school was crazy as I had to get to the bus stop and stare at all of the new people riding the bus but also upon arrival at the junior/senior high school I had to locate another bus in less then five minutes to make it to Living God on time. There were mornings and evenings I made it by the hair of my chinny chin chin. So I was so excited for the day that Megan and Justin would join me on this adventure each year. I was determined to never let them know how scared I was in searching for the new bus or upon arriving to the new bus stop. I would make sure that they were never nervous or scared because I would take care of them and I always did. So in this particular memory we had a new bus stop that went across 8th street which was a very scary street (still is). In crossing this street we also walked by Potter's every morning and evening and were blessed to smell fresh bread and donuts everyday. As I was working hard to calm their nerves in the first week I made myself a promise that one morning I would have saved up enough money to surprise them with donut holes on the walk to the bus stop. But the sad part is that I never got the chance to do it.
I am not sure why I am sharing this particular memory with everyone but it has been on my heart. Ss for Justin and Megan, I hope one day I am able to take you to Potters and buy some donut holes. I can just buy one for each of us and sit on the curb and eat them together like we were 10, 6 and 5 again. I guess this story mostly reminds me how much I love my siblings and wish we still had to go to a bus stop every morning together so I could take care of you and protect you through all of your lives and buy you donut holes every morning. I love the two of you so much and you are in my heart every moment of every day of every week.
Love your sister
Jessica
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