George

For some reason this morning Porter brought up the subject of ghosts. I can't remember why. So, I started to tell my kids the story of George. George was a ghost that lived in our Cabrosa house when I was a kid. He amazingly showed up, when my younger brother was standing next to a broken object in our home. George had a tendency to break things. And Jordan was usually nearby, when George ran off, so mom wouldn't scold him. We even had a picture of George to prove his existence. One of the cabinets in the kitchen had a wood grain shaped just like a ghost. Eyes and all. It was very strange. Poor George got blamed for quite a few things that I'm sure he didn't do.

My kids thought it was pretty amazing that their mother had a ghost as a kid and wanted to know why we couldn't have one, too. Well, first of all we don't have a picture of a ghost, so how could we prove that there was one in the first place?

As we got into the car this morning, I happened to look out of the garage onto the street and saw the most incredible thing. The sun shining behind our house just happened to make the shape of a ghost complete with eyes! (Maybe the sun was reflecting off the house across the street. I don't know, but it had eyes.) Regan thought for sure that George was saying Hello. Great, just what I need. A mischievous ghost moving into my house.