The House That Built Me

Even though it's been a pain in the butt for my dad to fix up his parents' house since my grandpa died, I think I understand why he wants to keep it. If you listen to Miranda Lambert's The House That Built Me, the realization might hit you too - memories are hidden in every nook and cranny of that house. And even though some things about it look a little (or even a lot) different now, it doesn't take away the times we've shared together there. And since my dad is a pretty nostalgic guy (which is probably why I usually am the same way), the house is something he isn't quite ready to give up. (And for that I am grateful.)

(Note: If that song hits you any way close to how it hits me, make sure you have a tissue box handy.)

Sometimes it takes a place to make you realize how very special certain people have been (and continue to be) in your life. And one such place for me is my grandparents' house because, in many ways and for many summers, it did build me.

And so, allow me to ask you to reflect on this - Has there been a place that's built you?

I "stole" the following pictures from my sister/grandpa - I know they won't mind...