Well, as I mentioned yesterday our home is like a revolving door of visitors. This week, my parents are in town to spend time with Ms. Priss Pot. Of course any time the grandparents are here, Laura can do no wrong. She gets away with a bunch and in turn, next week will be oh so pleasant for Tim and I. That's what grandparents are for though, isn't it?
We were able to take a little road trip this past weekend to Dallas. It was a lot of fun for the girls but I'm not so sure about the guys. We ate at this restaurant called Babe's Chicken and it was soooooo delicious. If you're ever in the Dallas area, I would highly recommend it. Our waitress Nicole ended up serenading us to Loretta Lynn's "Cole Miners Daughter" and I have to say, she was quite good. She's needs to be in Nashville instead of Dallas. From lunch we headed to the Southfork Ranch where Dallas, the TV show was filmed (photo above). The house is much smaller than you would expect, but it was very pretty. It made you feel as though you were living the high life. The next day, we visited the site where President John F. Kennedy was fatally shot. It was a surreal moment standing on the X in the road on Elm Street which signified the exact place of his untimely death.
It's been so nice having them here this week to spend time with Laura before she goes to Kindergarten. I can't believe it's already that time for her to to start school. Time surely does fly.
It seems both Tim and I have become Grandparent-less in a months time. I lost my sweet Grandmother December 7th and Tim lost his Grandfather this morning. We were both very fortunate to have had them through our lifetime as I know some people don't have the privilege of ever knowing their grandparents. It's weird though, I lost my first grandparent when I was in High School and it was really devastating. Getting older and seeing my grandparents live such wonderful lives makes it easier to know they are only moving on to something even better. It's also a comforting thing to know they are going to be with their husbands/wives and in some cases their own children.
Our Grandparents will be greatly missed, but we are only given our loved ones as gifts for a short time. One of my favorite lyrics comes from Carrie Underwood's song, "Temporary Home". It resembles what it means when we loose the ones we love. "This is my temporary home. It's not where I belong. Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through. This was just a stop, on the way to where I'm going. I'm not afraid because I know this was my temporary home."
