Hayden
"You do the grilling; we'll take care of everything else."
Dad looks between the two of us, seeming to think about arguing over who is going to do what. But in the end it looks like he changes his mind. "I'll leave you to it then."
He leaves out the sliding door and I take stock of where we are. How this is a memory of a time I wasn't sure I'd come back to. When I'd left Bradford to go to college, I'd had these thoughts of not returning and making something huge of myself. Very quickly, I'd realized how much I loved the Tennessee hills and missed it every single day I was gone. At night, I'd look out the back door and see nothing of what I see when I look out the one here. It was flat and boring.
Where I'd been looking for excitement, I'd come to appreciate the changing of seaso
