Summer 2005...One of my last trips home to see my grandma before she "graduated".
This was the first time my boys had met her. Such joy filled the room that day.
You can see how happy she makes me, it's just written all over my face!
Oh, how I loved spending summer's at her house.
I remember waking up with the breeze blowing through the sheer curtains with the smell of the garden gliding though the cracked window mixed with the smell of fresh toast and bacon awaiting me at the table.
I miss summer at my grandmas.
I miss her soft skin and angelic smile.
Her memory is sweet.
This was the first time my boys had met her. Such joy filled the room that day.
You can see how happy she makes me, it's just written all over my face!
Oh, how I loved spending summer's at her house.
I remember waking up with the breeze blowing through the sheer curtains with the smell of the garden gliding though the cracked window mixed with the smell of fresh toast and bacon awaiting me at the table.
I miss summer at my grandmas.
I miss her soft skin and angelic smile.
Her memory is sweet.
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