As mentioned in my last post, heart > logic.
I made a trip quick with tired kids, which sounds awful, but let me tell you why, Logic.
After living almost 15 years in one state, 4 in another, 6 in a different one, and 5 in another, there is one place that has remained a constant: Grandma’s house.
I LOVE my Grandma’s house. It’s the sound of a screen door. It’s loud noise from lots of cousins. It’s small town familiarity.
It’s freedom to run.
It’s a little gazebo.
It’s wildflowers.
It’s the scent of the air.
It’s a fawn in the summer.
It’s the prettiest courtyard.
It’s someone who will always listen to pajama piano recitals.
It’s morning dew and sparkly spiderwebs.
It’s where I forever feel young, and looked after.
They say home is where the heart is, and my heart is always anchored by a doughnut box.
I had to get to Grandma’s house, and I’m so glad that I did.
The heart is always, always wiser than the brain.
This brings tears of joy to my eyes…..such a lovely grand daughter taking time to enjoy the good things of life. Takes time in this busy world to appreciate the little things. It is the children and family that, bottom line, makes the world go round at a happy pace.
Yes busy but happy if one takes time to evaluate the real meaning of life. Family…. big and tall or great and small. So glad that we could enjoy the weekend with you, your mom Michelle and your little ones.
Love you Grandma England. Thanks Chantel for sharing your time and little ones with us also. We Love you all so much!
Aww this made me cry. And smile. And reminisce. You expressed what I feel too, so succinctly! You have such a gift! You’re simply the best. Love you.🍩💕
I loved reading this and enjoyed
the photos.