The old farmhouse didn’t seem much at the time. 
I was just growing up. Paying most attention to mealtime. 

Making memories was just a thing we did. 
Just living life, having fun just being a kid. 

Going to church every time the doors were swung open. 
That’s where the Gospel of His word was spoken. 

Memories of Christmases, from days gone by. 
Today those memories bring a tear to my eye. 

Now it’s my turn to do what my parents did. 
Making loving memories with my kid.