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As I was looking for something else today, I happened upon this photo….and the quote, “life isn’t a station to arrive at, but a means by which we travel” came to mind.
Though it surely seemed like many miles from granny and grampa’s house to the store, it wasn’t at all. Let us forever remember the little things as big….life as way more than we expected. The picture – little steve, sis, and hannah making the trek back to the store from granny’s…..remembering for me a path they never realized was so blessed. ❤
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I remember the path to Mrs Chesney’s store and the road we walked to Great Granny’s. ❤ Bobbie ❤
❤ to this day, anytime I drive by my granny's house (now deserted), my first thought is 'who moved the house to be so close to the road'. O to always remember the little things as big…….. I love you, Jane.
❤ It's a beautiful way of being to practise, lovely Bobbie. I love you. ❤
surely it is a reminder that the heart is never long for home ❤ for we carry it with us always
We do, my love. ❤
I so remember the place where my stepfather was from……a small place in West Virginia…….a little store on a hill, clay roads and a suspension brdge away across the river Ohio…….
just like yesterday, they are all gone
thank you…..
…and yet they are as near as your next breath. Sometimes, we only need to close our eyes and everything that was….is. ❤