My husband has been in England for the last couple of weeks. He’s helping his parents move from Hall Bank, the house they’ve lived in for almost forty years:
He never liked the house, mostly because he associated it with the painful move from his beloved Scotland. For our three children and me, however, it is a place we will always associate with some of our happiest memories.
We’ll remember celebrating birthdays there…
…and learning how to ride bikes in Granny and Granddad’s driveway on bikes specially bought for the kids’ summer visits:
We’ll never forget playing ping pong in the garden:
…often with our bare feet in the impossibly soft, cool carpet of grass.
It’s been a peaceful haven of rest:
…and so much joy.