I always enjoy time spent in my hometown.
it’s a place of many favorites: my parents, grandparents, friends, & childhood memories.
now I love even more: sharing it with [J]. introducing him to the people & places I grew up with. showing him a part of me pictures don’t justify.
so, I was overjoyed when he told me instead of the “chelsea swap halfway thing” him & my mother enjoy too much ..he was coming for 3 [ish] days, to visit.
I made sure he was neverrr bored.
we had a cookout @ my grandparent’s.
[J] did a little MANual labor: sawing our college beer pong table in half.
[then I made him stop for a photo because his sweat had formed a heart. true]
I was politely asked if I would go through the “I’m not sure I want you” things I left at my parent’s house through my various moves. and happily stumbled upon my old dance attire. [I couldn’t resist ..]
we enjoyed a parade.
with the dog.
and my family.
obviously, we had to stop for some fine festival food.
and then, sadly, to say goodbye to my parents.
[thanks for letting me crash for the week. I loved being home].
until next time iowa … :)