Growing up I got to see my grandparents every week. One lived about 10 minutes away and the other about 15.
I never realized how blessed I was to play with my cousins every Sunday or hug my grandparents weekly.
As an adult who lives in a different state, I often miss those Sunday afternoons.
The feelings of love and home that came with it. The feelings that I always experience every time I’m there.
As a mom, I want Von to feel that love, security, and home feeling wherever we may be.
Even though she doesn’t see her extended family members every week, we still get to see them often.
On Tuesday my mom and sis drove to the airport (at 3am) only to learn that their flight was canceled. Major bummer. Thankfully they were able to come today instead. (Well, yesterday, since you’ll probably be reading this Friday)
We hung out, they took Von to the park while I had a work meeting. We watched You’ve Got Mail and had McDonald’s for lunch. We tried to get Von down for a nap but she refused so we went to the library and grabbed a few things from Target I needed for dinner.
It was a simple day.
A beautiful day.
Von played and played and played and loved every second of time she got with my mom and Kenna. It was the best.
Hugging them as they left for the airport tonight was hard, it always is, but I know I’ll see them again soon.
I’m feeling super grateful for the sacrifices my family makes to be able to see us as often as they do. In some ways they bring pieces of home here, and in some ways I’m making home right where I’m at.