My youngest daughter has the name of my mother's sister.
This Mother's Day, my two daughters, my mother and I traveled to meet our cousins in the heartland of America. We gathered in the old family cemetery where my daughters' great-great grandmother and several of her babies are buried. It was always my aunt's wish that she would return to the farmland of the midwest, to be with her grandmother. Her wishes were honored on Mother's Day, with 4 generations of her family clutching umbrellas in the Eel River Church Cemetery.
Afterwards,we all gathered at the only place in town.... Dairy Queen. No matter though... the conversation was rich as 4 generations shared story after story that only a family could love.
The old family home built in early 1900s is for sale. We had fun daydreaming about buying it !
House my mom lived in during grade school
My grandfather built this house. We lurked out front for so long that the owner came out and invited us in.
I think it is a good SAT word.
It was a happy- sad- cold- warm Mother's Day we will remember....forever.