Babbling Along

It was the winter of 1975. I was in Germany with my military police husband. I was six months pregnant and he didn't want to go through...

It was white. A glossy pristine white that was smooth to the touch. The bedspread was a dainty blue sateen with an attached ruffle. The room it sat in had lots of natural light and a sunbeam highlighted the bed, creating a glow around it. It was fit for a princess. My parents were touring a home they wanted to buy. They took all of us along. My Mamaw held my hand as we wandered through the upstairs bedrooms. We were exploring while my parents talked with the owner. I was 10 y