the biggest bathroom i had seen...
we moved in when i was 10...
it had two sinks...
TWO SINKS!!!
i mean
two sinks - we had to be rich...
big garden tub...
stand up shower with a glass door...
it was fabulous...
i'm sure that it's really a lot smaller
than my memories,
but in my head it will always be
bigger than life...
a place that my dad would tend
to my skinned knees...
where i would take bath in that
big garden tub
with as many bubbles as it would hold...
remember bath beads???
little beads filled with a luxurious oil...
throw them in your hot bath water
and
relax...
she had them in all different
colors and scents...
in glass jars
setting around the tub...
for all different reasons...
she loved her bath...
she loved her bath beads...
i had lost her...
lost her voice...
lost her touch...
all i had left were pictures...
and stories...
i found her again...
rather,
she found me...
while in a full team meeting at work...
a new bottle of something or other for the hair ...
passed around from person to person...
a small pump on the back of my hand...
rubbed in...
the scent making it's way to my nose...
then there she was...
i was 10 again...
standing in the hallway of our
house in texas...
my mom was walking past me
right after having a bath...
i could smell her
and
she was beside me once again...
