The House That Built Me

Mornings spent eating breakfast at the table.Afternoons spent napping on the couch.Summers spent running through the yard and climbing the trees.Hours of laughter. Knowing I was loved every step of the way.Days spent playing dolls.Thousands of gallons of water used to fill up the bathtub.Years spent talking and dreaming and pretending.A childhood of memories hidden… Continue reading The House That Built Me

Granny’s Red Punch

Growing up, I spent many of my weekends at Granny’s house.  I have so many great memories there with her and Grumpy.  (For those of you that don’t know, I have always called my grandpa Grumpy.  And if you know him, then you know that nickname is very fitting.)  We would play games, and watch… Continue reading Granny’s Red Punch