I remember the first time i saw that house.
You needed a ride home after school, i took you there.
Our friendship still starting out i was excited to see where you took residence.
We pulled up and i thought "i have seen this house before, but i never knew it was yours"...
I remember the first fime i went to that house- the house with the floating walkway.
It was to watch a movie in the "ghetto" theater out back.
I wandered around out back and fell in love with the green house.
So quaint, i didnt want to leave it.
I thought "wow, i like this place"...
I remember the first time i went into that house.
A new coat of paint was being spread across the walls.
Your darling mom standing on a ladder holding a brush in her hand.
Your dad installing something on the window wells.
Everyone helping and singing to the music.
I thought "i wish i could help paint"... but i was too embarrassed to ask if i could, and i sang the songs under my breath too embarrassed to sing out.
I remember the first time i felt what that house has to offer.
Directly after the wedding of a beautiful sister,
We sat on the couch, and i listened. just listened to the laughter.
Brothers and sisters, mom and dad, all just one big happy family.
I watched the blonde dancer do hand stands against the wall as she told a story
she had already shared it made me giggle...
I thought, "do i have to go?"...
And every time i have to part i think that same thing...
"Must i go?"
I remember the feeling of that house.
I remember the warmth it has to offer.
I remember how much i love it there.
I remember what i want my house to be like.
and most of all
I remember what happiness is like in that house with the floating walk.