Chase women....Oh how I miss you.

When I'm not home, why can't the world just pause until I come back? Why must everyone grow up and change? I frequently humor myself at the mentality I find myself in - forgetting that the world moves on. Every time I talk with my family, I feel as though I end it in this delirious state of mind..."Where in the world is the family that I remember, when everyone still lived under the same house?" Not too long ago were the memories of endless laughter, kickball after dinner, all six squeezing on the same couch for movies, and little drama productions mimicking our teachers. Our effort in keeping the memories alive are now via phone, skype, or e-mail. Yet when I sit back and think about this drastic transition, I can't help but think of the exciting journey that we are now beginning because of our united memories. In a matter of four years, we have completely redefined and transplanted our energy in a new way. I am now happily married living half way around the world, all of my other siblings are in college, and my parents of four children are now empty nesters! The Chase house used to be that
lighthouse on the corner of Highland Avenue and Avenue C, welcome to all who wanted to love and be loved. A part of me desires to go backward just to have those memories become a reality once again.

But those Chase women, oh how I miss them! There is just this mother-daughter-sister bond that....well, I just really miss. The long open chats about anything and everything and the giddiness that makes my dad go crazy. I still remember the Sunday we got these pictures. We were having a sister/mother/daughter photo shoot of just sheer laughter...so much so that our neighbor asked if we would come over so she could take pictures of us too :) That day has helped to sustain the memories of what I hold so dear. I thought I would post about that precious day, just for keepsake.