My dog, Stella, has been living the good life at the “big house” aka my parent’s house these past two weeks as we slowly make the transition into our new home. She’s hardly left alone, there are endless squirrels to chase and frequent friendly visitors stopping by that totally dote on her. and I don’t think she knows what’s in store for her……sorry pup, you’re gonna be a city dog!
We celebrated my Grandma’s 85th birthday over the weekend with an afternoon tea party followed by a BBQ rib dinner. My grandma is a very special person AND she is our last living grandparent so we’re hanging onto her pretty tight! I’ve had 31 years of being in her presence, creating so many wonderful memories, and I’m very grateful for that!
As a child, I think I probably spent almost every weekend at my grandparent’s home on Beacon Hill. My Mom always talked about how my Grandpa would drive his truck over on a Friday to pick me up for the weekend. I would come back spoiled, full of doughnuts and calling my Mom “Grandma” (which she didn’t like very much.)
My Grandma taught me how to shop (always leave the bags in the car so Grandpa doesn’t see them), float in the hot tub and beachcomb. She makes a mean butter sandwich, cans THE BEST raspberry jam and can talk about the weather like no one else. She is kind, warm, generous and sassy – just how grandmas should be.
Took at bit of a timeout from all of this real estate BS to enjoy a night out at the ball field with my gal pals. And hey, the M’s even won! Thank you Danielle for planning this š