The last soccer games of the season were Saturday morning. It was a beautiful morning and both boys played well. Their Aunt Julie and cousin, Zach came out to cheer them on.
On Saturday morning, I learned that a restaurant up at home had burned. This restaurant was the Town House in West Union and held lots of memories for my family growing up. Anytime we went to town, my Grandpa J could be found at the Town House sitting on his favorite stool. We had lots of Sunday breakfasts at the Town House and many, many other meals. I remember going there for lunch with my dad as well. It was one of those quaint cafe's with good, home-cooked food and where everyone that comes in knows each other. It really, at least when I was growing up, was the hub of the community. Even though I hadn't been there in years, I am sad, knowing I won't be going back. My Grandpa J even lived in the apartments above the restaurant for years before he bought his house. Since we were actually in West Union for my great-nephew's graduation party, I was able to snap this photo.
We spent Saturday afternoon and evening up at my parents. It was so nice to just be there, relaxing without needing to run somewhere else or be home by a certain time. It was an absolutely gorgeous day and I took advantage of it by taking LOTS of pictures of the kids.
|Where I grew up|
|The kids enjoyed climbing around the sand pit on my parents property.|