chin up, cheer up

need to stop listening to so much ryan adams, but i can't.  too many good words.  too much sorrow in his voice, but sometimes that little bit of hope.  broken, but making light of it.  addicted to him.

ready for the long weekend.  the end of summer.  the beginning of football.  hate admitting that our upcoming trip to the cabin is overshadowing the onset of mountaineer football.  (could lose kith and kin over that statement.)  

for years i have skirted around exactly what the cabin means.  why we can't seem to get rid of it, even though it is not used as often as it should be.  

it's the last bit of home.  the last place all four of the kids ever shared together.  the last place in our possession where our dad was still alive.  i can see him there every time i step onto the stairs we built together.  i can hear him telling izzy not to slam the door.  i remember every fox or deer or turtle or bear we saw.

a little box of wood so tightly bound to my heart that i could never let it go.