Friday's Surprise...

During after-lunch story time on Friday afternoon, there was a knock at the door.  When I looked through the keyhole, I was so surprised and excited to see Gram and Pop!!  I didn't tell Tate who it was but had him open the door and see for himself.

And so we spent the afternoon, cuddling, playing, reading stories, and eating prunes...

{Tate asked Gram and Pop to bring him "a basket" of prunes a few days before. His wish was granted}

Gram and Pop,

We just want you to know that we treasure the time we had to spend with you over those three years of graduate school.  The only way I survived being cooped up in a basement apartment was driving over to your house nearly every morning so the boys could run around your beautiful yard and we could pick tomatoes, apples, peas, prunes, currants, and raspberries...

We really miss those days.

I hold them so close to my heart and tear up every time I think about the precious memories we made.

You've both shaped our two little boys more than you will ever know.  And they still talk about you every day.

It broke my heart back when we lived in Honeyville and Tate would ask every single day if we could drive over to your house.  It had been our daily ritual for three whole years--his whole life, and he just didn't understand that we were too far away...

I hope you know how much we miss living two miles away from your cozy red brick house.

When we moved away, we left a piece of our hearts with you, and that void in our lives will never ever be filled.

We love you so much more than words could ever express.

Thank you for sharing your lives and your hearts with us.

Love,

all of us

{Jamie, Patrick, Easton, Tate, & Maylie}