When my cousin Meggie and I were younger we referred to our grandparents as "Grandma and Grandpa," always in that order. Since we said "Grandma" first pretty much all of the time, our little minds thought that maybe Grandpa must feel slighted to always be second. So we got a jar and made a rule that every time we said "Grandma and Grandpa" rather than "Grandpa and Grandma" we had to put a quarter in. Just a little memory I had while writing this post.
On our last day of our recent visit to Utah, we stopped by my grandparent's house. They have lived in this home my whole life, and I even lived there for awhile as a child when my family was building a house. It's always a flood of memories when I go there...smells, sounds, and sights.
The weather was nice enough to spend most of our time on the front lawn.
This may seem a little strange, but I snuck in the house while everyone was outside and took some pictures. Boring, random pictures to most, but to me, each of these photos sets me off on memory lane. I want to remember the little corners of a place that means so much to me.
I can practically smell the garage just looking at pictures of it.
It's too much work to keep up now, but this pool was an integral part of my childhood in Orem. I can almost smell the backyard in my mind as well.
I couldn't be happier that the carpet and curtains haven't been changed for YEARS in the study.
Now I feel like I need to get back there and take even more photos of this special place!