My grandpa Tom rocking me to sleep
Great-grandpa Tom rocking Zion
My sisters, Amber(left) and Summer(right), with me in the middle on the front porch of my grandparents' home.
All four of my grandparents on the same front porch. My grandmothers became best friends in highschool.
Me, holding Elise on that same porch swing. A journey to my grandparents' home begins as you put on the gas, straddled the gully and bear the bumps of the steep, gravel driveway. This is the driveway where Jeffrey's car almost met its end as the bumps punched a hole in the oil pan on our first cross-county road trip. These are the very bumps that would awake me as a child in my folks' minivan, announcing that our 30 hour trip from Arizona was almost over. This driveway passes by the little school where both of my grandparents taught. It was to this school that we trekked for hot showers the Christmas that the ice storm knocked out my grandparents electricity and water.
These are just a sampling of the memories that flood over me as I drive to my grandparents' home. I've grown from a baby into a mother in this house over many Christmases and spring break holidays. And now I get to kiss my kids goodnight in the very room, beds, and sheets that I slept in as a kid. Elise sits in the highchair that I sat in, and my dad before me.
I have lived in nine states and a life on the move is the norm for me. So I am glad that although my home is wherever my husband and children sleep, I have one spot on earth that has always been my home.
Grandpa Greg and Zion
Elise asleep in the cradle my grandpa made for my Uncle Steve
made me cry too, amen my dear cousin! its amazing how something so constant as grandma and grandpa's house has been such a wonderful bonus to this strange, wonderful life we live! its always amazing to me that i will always have a place to call home in tennessee!
ReplyDeleteI figure if anyone ever tries to see that place, they will have a riot of grandkids on their hands to deal with :)
Blessings to you!