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So, we spent Christmas on the road to Utah, headed to a funeral. Not exactly the way I pictured that particular day going. But that's alright. Because it was a beautiful funeral service for my great grandfather. Not many people get to know their great grandparents and so I'm thankful for that. Even more thankful that I had such fantastic great grandparents and had so long to know them.

As the service went on today, I couldn't help but smile at all the stories, and nod my head. Most of those who spoke were grandchildren. But all the things my great grandpa did with them, he did with me too. Whenever we came over he'd always give us ice cream. Always. I remember throwing a baseball on the front lawn once. Another time, when I was about nine, him and my dad shot hoops with me out in the back. I made a few baskets that day, and every time I made one he'd cheer and tell me how I was such a great ball player. I loved that. Every time I came over after he'd mention that.

I love to tell people that my great grandpa picked up my great grandma with some peanuts. Yep, peanuts. :) So cute. I hope that I can live a life as great as he and great grandma did. Full of family, hard work, and love.

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  1. Amanda SchroederDecember 31, 2012 at 1:45 PM

    You really are super lucky to have known your great-grandfather. I believe I found you through stubborn delight! And um..love crazy socks. So I'm pretty excited about this.

    amanda @ we and serendipity

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