Once upon a time, in a big white farmhouse, there lived a sweet woman named Helen. And what a great woman she was! Truly, if you knew her, you just loved her! She was a wife and mother, a teacher, a friend…and my great-grandmother.
Growing up, we were only able to visit her a few times a year. And yet, those visits are some of my most precious memories. I can still picture her waiting for us on her front porch, waving as we pulled in the drive. I remember all of the yummy dinners we ate around the big kitchen table, the room loud with conversations. I remember the holiday celebrations, her house filled to the brim with relatives and friends just stopping by.
Her big white farmhouse represents home for me. It represents family. It represents time spent together. And at the end of the day, those are all things that matter most in life, right?
I named this blog in honor of my Great Gram and her beautiful farmhouse. This is the journal of my journey to live each day as she did, intentionally and full. Join me!
