Sunday, July 6, 2014

My Favorite Place











We spent the weekend at one of my favorite places in the world, my grandparents house.  I grew up spending many weekends and weeks in the summer here.  I even lived here for a few months and went to the elementary school around the corner while my parents were navigating a tricky job change and move.  It's the perfect size of a small town, and if only the industry that brought my grandparents here still existed we'd all live there.

I don't get to go there very much anymore; our crazy weekend work schedules get in the way of a lot of weekend trips to see family.  However, this trip reminded me how much I love it here and how much I want my grandparents to be able to live here as long as they're able.  I need to make going there a higher priority not only to help, but to give Henry a taste of the happy memories I have there.

I was struck on this trip by such an affirmation of my priorities in life that I see in my grandparents home; it's a lovely house full of charm and history, a place that hasn't changed much in almost thirty years, but never feels old or outdated.  Knowing my grandparents story it's a testament to hard work, struggle and love and it reminds me of what is possible when you keep God and family always in the forefront of your heart and mind.

Hope you all had a lovely weekend, too!

4 comments:

  1. I love it, Molly. I'm glad you got to go. My grandparents' house is my favorite place, too...this past weekend, we visited them in the assisted living facility where they've had to move since my grandpa fell and broke his hip a couple of months ago. It's a nice place, but it feels all wrong.

    I hope your grandparents get to stay in their house a really, really long time.

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