back in october
we took a trip to visit my grandparents.
i was so excited.
it was quite an ordeal to get all of the kids, minus the baby... we took him with us
we happily got on our flight and enjoyed the 3 hr flight in silence.
pdubs woke up as we were landing and said he felt like he got hit by a truck.
that's right. completely glassy eyed, fever, kick your butt to bed, sleep all day
such a bummer.
we had big plans to really live it up.
he rested and my gram and i hung out and
stared at the baby all day.
fine with me.
my grams house. heaven, right?
the house where i took my first steps & had my first taste of chocolate
gramps was really enjoying holding the baby for the first time
fall leaves. my fav.
paul did rally one rainy afternoon. we went to a riley festival and enjoyed an elephant ear.
we also had to take the baby to our fave apple orchard.
he also rallied for a game night.
i think that really did him in.
i found this old letter my gram had written in 3rd grade.
i love her fancy writing and her sweet sentiments.
i can't think of much else i'd rather be doing than going through old photos at my grandma's house.
even though i have done it hundreds of times, there is always a new story to go along.
and always fun to see the pics again and again.
and since i'm at a different age when i do this, i have a different perspective.
when my grandma wrote this to her mother, my great-grandmother, after whom i was named,
was about the same age i am now.
she was raising 6 kids, 5 girls and 1 boy
her husband, mother and sweet daughter had already gone before her
and all within a short amount of time.
but somehow she managed to push through and make sure my gram and her siblings
all had happy memories of their childhood.
pretty amazing if you ask me.