Today I am thankful for my grandparents.
Where to even begin?
I remember big family vacations to Florida, Ocean City, and more.
I remember spending every Friday and Saturday night at their house for years and loving it. We’d go out for dinner, go shopping, watch some tv, go to church, and wrap it up all on Sunday afternoon with a big family dinner.
I remember them buying me my first new car as a college graduation gift: a 1996 Geo Tracker that I miss to this day.
I remember Grandma’s banana cream pie being the best food in the world.
I remember trips to Nags Head where I was the only kid and I felt like one of the most special people in the world.
I remember them showing up unannounced to plant a tree in my yard once, because they figured it needed one.
I remember them regularly traveling to their home town to take care of their elderly relatives.
I remember family holidays with so much food that if you went hungry, it was your own fault.
I remember watching Pop-Pop mowing the yards of his (sometimes much) younger neighbors, just to be neighborly.
I remember that their lives are, and always have been, marked by service, contentment, and patience.
I truly would not be who I am today without them.
I am thankful for my grandparents.