Apologies, once again...I've been a slacker and neglected my poor blog. The Wyatt family has been busy, busy, busy! But here I am, writing again (hopefully you share my view piont, better late than never ;) I'm kind of in a rut too, because it's been so long since my last post, there's so much to share, and I can't decide where to begin...
Let's begin with Memphis. We finally made it up to Memphis to see the fam. I need to insert how very dear Memphis is to my heart. I can't even describe the feeling I get when I see the Memphis lights driving in...or driving down Haynes (my grandparents street) and pulling up into their driveway. And the smell. It always smells like Magnolia's....it's that feeling you get when you know "I'm home". Everything is always the same at my grandparents. Their house and the things in it haven't changed since I was a kid and there is something so comforting about that. It takes you back in time and you have that warm fuzzy feeling all over again. However, one thing has changed... they don't greet us at the door anymore. My grandmother has been bed ridden for some time, and my grandfather is always right there with her. So now it's kind of bitter sweet. The house is the same, the furniture is the same, the smell is the same...but the people that made that house so special are not the same. My Mama E can't talk to us anymore. And Daddy D, bless his heart, he tries. On my last visit I tried to tell my sweet grandmother how much I love and appreciate her, but I wish I had told her years ago. I don't know why I waited until I was 23 to tell her I ADORE her and respect her more than anyone on this earth. I wish I had told her sooner that she made my childhood so special with her loving gestures and thoughtful actions. We always wait to tell the people in our lives how special they are to us, thinking we can do it later. Well friends, it's later...