xiphoid

You know that feeling you get immediately below your xiphoid process, the feeling you get when you are both excited and apprehensive at the same time? It's the feeling you get when you pull into the familiar driveway of your grandparent's rented summer camp. Like a lump; like a ball sitting and causing pressure to bear on the area between the connected portion of your ribs. Strangely, that feeling makes me smile. I like to anticipate the familiar sight of the boathouse, the strange, yet recognizable smell of must mingled with bait and "camp." I know that may sound vague, but I'm sure you know what I am referring to (and in fact, you may be picturing and/or smelling it as we speak). Either way, I love that feeling and for some reason it is a strange comfort. Maybe because it brings back memories from earlier years, maybe because of the relaxing atmosphere, maybe it's simply there to bless me and encourage me. I may never know, but every year I experience the same feeling as I drive to my grandparent’s rented summer camp.