We're here!
The steps where many a babe crawled, a toddler scooted on padded behind in search of bugs or dirt. Teenagers skipped, and grownups tripped.
The front door into the Gudmundson home, always open for friends and family. I can only imagine the many times it was opened and shut. I can hear it clearly in my head. The click of the latch as it opened signaling the arrival of someone new. It's been slammed shut in anger, kicked in frustration, opened quietly as not to wake a sleeping babe. Someone you loved was always standing at the top of the stairs just inside with a smile and arms opened to welcome you into a needed hug. Tuxedo clad boys ready for prom, and a beautiful girl dressed in her best have exited through this very door to the world waiting on the outside.
Always welcomed. Always.
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