My grandparents’ house is being sold and a group of us gathered over the weekend to help clear things out. It was a special day for several reasons:
1. After working on my own legacy journal last week, childhood memories from their home were fresh in my mind. I had been reminiscing about the bedroom Grandma put together for my sister, me, and other little girl cousins. She’d cut little butterflies out of wallpaper and had them “flying” all over the brightly colored walls. I will never forget seeing it for the first time, it was a surprise like no other. Years later Grandma wallpapered the walls, turning it into a fancy little room filled with antiques. The butterflies were but a distant memory (or so I thought); clearing out the closet I discovered my most favorite treasure of all:
2. A couple of my cousins had their little girls there as well. Listening to them play was pretty much a flashback to our days of play many, many years ago. Getting to know their cousins again, wanting to explore the secret spot in the hall/bathroom closet, finding every cool nook and cranny (trust me, there are a ton in that house), and acquiring treasures of their own. The most precious part was overhearing one of the youngest say to her momma in THE SWEETEST little voice, “I wish we didn’t have to sell Grandpa’s house. I loooooooove this house.”
Bravely putting a voice to something we were all feeling.
3. Finding some pretty rad outfits in my grandma’s closet. I even have plans for a couple of them. (More to come later!)
4. Discovering so many handwritten notes from Grandma. She knew this day would eventually come.
And she was ready for us.
I left totally and completely inspired.
Determined to do the same for my children and grandchildren.
By the way, the note above refers to my great grandparents!
5. Listening to others share their memories.
6. And leaving with a bit of dinnertime inspiration.
As I mentioned in an earlier post, living with intention is about living fully, loving well, and inspiring others to do the same across generations. My grandma embodied it perfectly. 🙂