Weepy...

I find myself a little weepy this beautiful Saturday morning... Why? Well...

We finally made the move into our old-new house. I hear your thoughts... "Wait"... "What"... The house we just moved into was built in the late 70s. 1970s era... So my house could potentially have a historical plate on it. LOL right? The previous owner was so very kind to bring it into the 21st century for my family.

So... getting back to me feeling weepy. Two years ago my Grandma went home... As in embarking on the journey of her spiritual life. My family spent 5 glorious years living with her. She was such an amazing woman and feisty as hell. Yes, a curse word... Hi Dad... You can ground me from my blog next week!

The month of August was bittersweet as we spent 3 weeks in her condo while our old-new house was in escrow (new word...amazing what you learn). I didn't realize how much I missed her until the evenings in the condo. My Grandma would sit in her rocking chair while I practiced my violin. My love of the violin was nurtured by Grandma. 

My last concert before she passed was at Christmas. Her favorite time of year because she was able to see her children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. Her love of family was her life. 

So this beautiful Saturday morning I'm celebrating Christmas in August. Weepy, cherishing the memory of Grandma's many Christmas celebrations here on earth, and holding her hand as she watched me play my violin in this video. Excuse the screaming child and quality of the video.... It's dad-o-vision at its best!