Before we headed home on Monday we had lunch with my grandma and then visited with her at her house. I love my grandmas house. It's one of my favorite places in the world. It's calm and it's peaceful.
And, it's consistent.
She's lived there since I was born. I moved a fair amount growing up and I really think that the main reason I love my grandma's house so much is because it's always there. It's always the same. Aside from the carpet and the couches and the wallpaper and the appliances and the big trees out back... it's pretty much the same as it's been my whole life.
And I love that.
And now my kids love it too.
Here are some pictures of things that mean a whole bunch to me.
Things I always want to remember.