Grace

Grace has a special place in our hearts.  My husband grew up visiting Grace's beautiful farmland where his grandparents were raised.  This tradition has continued into our married years and I feel that I've grown to love Grace in the same ways he does.  The town is so small that if you close your eyes for one minute, you'll have passed through the entire downtown area.  That downtown consists of a drug store, a tavern, two restaurants, an antique shop, a lawn mowing and farming parts store and a gas station.  Grace is as quaint as they come. While Scott's grandparents haven't lived in Grace since their teenage years, much of their family still does.  So they bought a darling house back in their hometown and we all enjoy frequent visits.  There is just something special about having no reception and pure family time in a laid-back country setting.  Our trips are usually filled with grandma's amazing potato salad, backyard rope swinging, riding uncle Bart's horses or snowmobiles (depending on the time of year), the huge water slide down to uncle Kent's pond and picking all the raspberries out of grandpa Simmons yard.  It's a pretty good small-town life and we soak it up as often as possible!

This last weekend we went to enjoy a downright country Father's Day.  Lots of Scott's family came up to participate in a charity golf tournament for a local hospital.  We had a wonderful time with everyone and spent Father's Day snuggling Scott out in the grass under the big oak-tree!  I mean, how dreamy does that sound?!  And it was...

Some highlights of this Grace trip included;  Welles making progress crawling in the grass out back, Scarlett proving she's a tad more athletic than we thought as she practiced throwing the football with Papa, Welles getting to know his great-great grandpa Simmons a little better, rope swing competitions, razor rides through farm land (although followed by a kick-butt allergy attack), and lots of picnic table action.

Now it's back to reality!