In one week.
Me and Sweet Thing are flying up to Vanderhoof to visit my family.
For two weeks.
I am super excited!
Over the moon if you will.
It's going to be exhausting.
But well worth it.
We haven't seen my family since Easter so it's pretty special.
When I think back at my childhood, I remember going to visit both sets of grandparents over summer holidays, just about every year. It was very exciting, I anticipated it every year, and was extremely dissapointed if we weren't going to be able to make it.
And when I think, "I wish we lived closer to my parents" I remember how special it was gearing up for a big road trip and finally getting to the city and giving my grandparents a big hug and getting spoiled the whole trip.
And because I know we won't live in the same area as my parents, I really hope that Sweet Thing and future Sweet Thing's feel the same way as I did.
Grandparents are special people and just because they may live far away, doesn't mean they're forgotten or loved any less. You may not have as many memories with them, but the ones you do have will sure be good ones. Remember quality not quantity!
It kinda makes me happy my grandparents lived so far away, because when I did see them I cherished my time with them more than I would have if I saw them every week. Every moment was special, and I've never taken them for granted.