Friday, August 14, 2009
My hometown. The place where I say I “go home to” even when I am thirty-six and have lived elsewhere for 18 years. It is so comforting to go home and sleep in my old bedroom. I tell stories to the kids of how Katie and I would try to go to sleep, the games we would play, and giggles we would get. Since we normally visit this place only during Holidays, there was a much more relaxed feel to this visit. Lydia spent time with her older cousins (including a deluxe Hannah massage), Andy got busy with his Uncle and Namesake Andy building things and going to the dump, and Abby had “craft time” with Aunt Wendy. We walked downtown for the farmer’s market, Whipty-dip. Food Store, coffeeshop, and lunch at the local bar. And of course there were bedtime books and morning and evening conversation with Grandma and Grandpa.
Posted by Jennifer Chappell Deckert at 10:10 AM