This is my first Five Minute Friday of the year. Whew, I'm definitely rusty! Well, at least I gave it a try.
I try to join the Five Minute Friday community each week. The challenge is to write for 5 minutes flat on the one-word prompt given for that week. Lots of fun and a little scary to be so vulnerable. This week's word: Welcome.
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I try to join the Five Minute Friday community each week. The challenge is to write for 5 minutes flat on the one-word prompt given for that week. Lots of fun and a little scary to be so vulnerable. This week's word: Welcome.
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The last time I stepped foot into my Grandpa's house was the morning after he had gone home to be with the Lord. For a girl who has had 14 addresses in three decades of life, coming back to a place that holds so many childhood memories is precious. I wandered around lost in what could arguably be the most familiar space on earth for me. Familiar as it was, there was no one there to welcome the band of grandchildren that stumbled through the doorway that morning, and that made all the difference in the world.
My Grandpa gave the best hugs. Great big "bear hugs" is what he called them. They were always welcoming and comforting and radiated love right down to your core. My Grandma made the best hot cocoa and her smile was just as sweet.
I've been thinking about my grandparents so much lately. I can't get over how welcoming they were. Everything about them said, "I'm so happy to see you." I never felt like I was being squeezed into their schedule, or pushed out their door. They just talked and listened like I was the only thing going on that day. And maybe it was. Maybe that's the gift of retirement that grandparents get to give their grandkids. Or maybe that is just who they were - they had hearts big enough to always make room for people.
STOP.
My Grandpa gave the best hugs. Great big "bear hugs" is what he called them. They were always welcoming and comforting and radiated love right down to your core. My Grandma made the best hot cocoa and her smile was just as sweet.
I've been thinking about my grandparents so much lately. I can't get over how welcoming they were. Everything about them said, "I'm so happy to see you." I never felt like I was being squeezed into their schedule, or pushed out their door. They just talked and listened like I was the only thing going on that day. And maybe it was. Maybe that's the gift of retirement that grandparents get to give their grandkids. Or maybe that is just who they were - they had hearts big enough to always make room for people.
STOP.