Home… where our hearts are.

I would like to think that we have a cozy home. The pile of blankets folded next to the couch cries to be cuddled in. Our lack of kitchen storage would lead you to believe we overflowith with enough food to sustain a Himalayan hiking crew. Our guest bed has the softest sheets I could…

Love in all seasons

My last post was about my grandpa’s surgery. In 2-3 hours the surgeon was to remove a mass of muscle from his stomach and repair a hernia that hadn’t healed right after his last surgery. About four hours after they took him back, we got the call and my mom and grandma went to meet…