Here
We are here. Grandpa and Grandma’s. My mom and dad’s. What was planned to be a day trip for tomorrow to do yard work for Grandpa after his carpal tunnel surgery, became an overnight trip when the pressure valve thingys on our well pump gave up and quiet cooperating.
We are always welcome. My daughter teased that we should just show up on their doorstep in case Grandpa said no. He got a laugh out of that. When does Grandpa ever say no? Well, unless it is critical 🙂
Here. Where we are always welcome, where it feels like home even though this was never my home. They left my childhood home after 27 years, when I was 30, with two little boys. Those little boys don’t remember my home and yet this is home.
My parents are aging, aren’t we all? Sometimes that is hard, but I am so, so grateful for home.
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My dad reading to my youngest boys at Christmastime.
Philippians 4:4 (KJV)
“Rejoice in the Lord always: and again I say, Rejoice.”
Oh friend I know how hard it is when parents leave the home that we grew up in. My mom recently sold her home in Florida…the one that I grew up in. And my heart ached as we packed everything up. Now we are making new memories in her new home and I too am thankful. Thank you for sharing your heart. Blessings.
It has been over 13 years since my parents moved and I still miss their big house and five acres and wish my children were able to experience it, but this home is perfect for Mom and Dad, less maintenance and one level, so I am grateful that they are happy. And we are too.
Thank you for sharing. I’m glad you are making new memories in your mother’s new home.
BTW, My grandparents lived in Naples for over 10 years. Beautiful area.
Thanks for sharing, be blessed.
My parents are still in the home I grew up in but they have, of course, remodeled it so much it really isn’t mine anymore except for the fact that Mom and Dad are there. They are truly my home and a piece of my heart always. Thanks you for sharing