We headed off to Atlanta for a nice long visit with DS's parents. It has been two years since we went there. It was so fun to see those memories being made moment by moment of going to "grandparent's" house. I grew up spending several weeks at a time at my grandparent's house in Arkansas on the farm. The way the house looked, the smells, even the trees are etched in my memory forever. Now that my maternal grandparents are no longer here, those memories are held close to my heart. This is the beginning of those same kind of memories for my children.
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