I soaked them up.  

I laughed them in.

I sank in stories.

I walked the city.

Ran the neighborhood.

Caught old friends.

Drank favorite coffees.

Sat late on couches.

Put on fancy clothes.

Played the old games.

Talked into morning.

Sang with the church.

Prayed next to father.

Celebrated the growing.

Cooked for family.

Smelled the yard.

And it was hard to leave.