If you have ever been on Powers St in New Haven, then you've probably seen the big white pillars of their house (or mansion as I used to call it). In the spring, the bushes would bear their bright yellow flowers, and in the winter, the candle lights in the windows would give a soft glow through the curtains....it was magical. And being able to see my daughter on the front steps was even more magical.
As my grandparent's prepare to move into the next stage of their lives, I realize now more than ever, that although I will miss their house greatly, a house is just a house... and it's the people inside of it that make it a home, and when I'm with my grandma and grandpa, no matter where it may be, it always feels like home. I love you grandma and grandpa!!
P.S. My grandparent's house is still for sale if you know of anyone who wants to buy an awesome house! You can check it out online here.