The doors were solid wood with glass on the top and floor to ceiling windows beside. Stained glass peaked out of corners and long red velvet drapes hung too the floor, blocking light and adding to the ambiance. The Grand Ole Opry stood before us, and my sister and I looked at each other with excitement and awe. Here we are, together for the first time in two years, standing with her girls beside us and ready to embark on adventure.
We toured the Opry. We went to the mall and Broadway and the Hall of Fame. We ate too much and paid too much. But we did not laugh too much, though our cheeks were sore and our mouths stretched wide with smiles. We walked for miles, touring shops and new streets and tracking down coffee and treats and singing along with the musicians and the bands. We told our stories and memories and we shared our history with the girls. We sat across tables and consoles and butcher block counters.
And we laughed and loved and cried. We filled our hearts with memory.