If you love someone...
I am having a very tough day. My head is pounding. My heart is breaking. I keep thinking about the last time I visited my Nanny. She still lived in Maryland, in the same house since I was born. Married to the same good ol' guy-Charlie-who is an awesome grandpa. The last time I got to visit with her was over two years ago.
My childhood family gatherings on my mothers side were always at my Nanny & Charlie's house. I remember only a few occasions where we got together at one of my Aunts to BBQ and swim. Superbowl parties (go Cowboys-because the Ravens were around until 2000), Holiday gatherings, cookouts and just plain old hang out BBQ's. I have so many lovely memories of my family all together just celebrating love, friendship, and, of course, horseshoes & food. I still have the smell of their house locked into my memory.
I sometimes catch a whiff of that certain scent and my mind is taken back to the blue and white chairs in my Nanny's kitchen. The tv in the corner with soap operas, the news or wheel of fortune playing. The candy jar with Reeses' peanut butter cups. The red Kitchen Aid mixture on the counter. My certain bag of Milano cookies-just waiting for me to devour them. The living room that had white carpet and beautiful blue couches. They always had a different scene in their front window for Christmas time. Their house was not big at all, but in my mind-it was huge. I'm not sure how many times I went there in my 13 years (almost 14) living there, but my mind is flooded with mostly memories from being there. With my sister in their "angel bedroom" playing cards late into the night. In the basement, hiding behind the sectional where we put lots of blankets for a fort. Swinging and climbing trees in the backyard. Visiting the neighbors and riding up and down the street on tricycles and bicycles. Hanging out with my 13 cousins. Aunts and Uncles. Friends.
My childhood holds sweet, sweet memories of my Nanny's house. This is mostly because of who my Nanny and Charlie are. They are kind & loving-and it overflowed into their home and into my life. Shopping trips, jamming out to the "Cocomo song", smelling her perfume, going out to lunch. I am so thankful for them being in my life. I would not be who I am without them.
If I knew that a little over two years ago would possibly be the last time I was able to spend with them-I would've lingered a little longer. Like the scent of my Nanny's perfume that is always on my mind. I would've cherished every single second. I would've taken the exit one last time on the way out of town. I am so thankful that I have these memories of her. And so heartbroken that distance and money keep people who love each other dearly from seeing each other and being there when one is in need.
If you love someone...always make sure they know how much. Like-really-just how much. Because you never know when the last time you'll be able to spend with them. Savor those times with ones that are precious to you-even if you think- "There's always tomorrow" --because sometimes--there just isn't.
My childhood family gatherings on my mothers side were always at my Nanny & Charlie's house. I remember only a few occasions where we got together at one of my Aunts to BBQ and swim. Superbowl parties (go Cowboys-because the Ravens were around until 2000), Holiday gatherings, cookouts and just plain old hang out BBQ's. I have so many lovely memories of my family all together just celebrating love, friendship, and, of course, horseshoes & food. I still have the smell of their house locked into my memory.
I sometimes catch a whiff of that certain scent and my mind is taken back to the blue and white chairs in my Nanny's kitchen. The tv in the corner with soap operas, the news or wheel of fortune playing. The candy jar with Reeses' peanut butter cups. The red Kitchen Aid mixture on the counter. My certain bag of Milano cookies-just waiting for me to devour them. The living room that had white carpet and beautiful blue couches. They always had a different scene in their front window for Christmas time. Their house was not big at all, but in my mind-it was huge. I'm not sure how many times I went there in my 13 years (almost 14) living there, but my mind is flooded with mostly memories from being there. With my sister in their "angel bedroom" playing cards late into the night. In the basement, hiding behind the sectional where we put lots of blankets for a fort. Swinging and climbing trees in the backyard. Visiting the neighbors and riding up and down the street on tricycles and bicycles. Hanging out with my 13 cousins. Aunts and Uncles. Friends.
My childhood holds sweet, sweet memories of my Nanny's house. This is mostly because of who my Nanny and Charlie are. They are kind & loving-and it overflowed into their home and into my life. Shopping trips, jamming out to the "Cocomo song", smelling her perfume, going out to lunch. I am so thankful for them being in my life. I would not be who I am without them.
If I knew that a little over two years ago would possibly be the last time I was able to spend with them-I would've lingered a little longer. Like the scent of my Nanny's perfume that is always on my mind. I would've cherished every single second. I would've taken the exit one last time on the way out of town. I am so thankful that I have these memories of her. And so heartbroken that distance and money keep people who love each other dearly from seeing each other and being there when one is in need.
If you love someone...always make sure they know how much. Like-really-just how much. Because you never know when the last time you'll be able to spend with them. Savor those times with ones that are precious to you-even if you think- "There's always tomorrow" --because sometimes--there just isn't.
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To answer your question, a bunch of us play at the soccer fields at Orchard Park across from Crystal Bridges. Soooo fun!