Steve's parents and siblings were here a few weeks ago to celebrate his Grandmother's birthday. It was a wonderful celebration of her life, and her love for her family. It was fun to pour out our love on her, too.
Sadly, she died this weekend. We are both thankful she didn't suffer, and shocked that she is gone without a warning. None of us were able to be with her as she passed. She was just gone.
And now his family is returning, including his Uncle and cousins. We are grieving the loss of the family matriarch, and yet rejoicing in the legacy of love she left behind.
When we first moved into this house, I wanted to make it all mine, to remove all vestiges of it having been Grandpa and Grandma's home. I didn't want it to be "Grandma's bedroom", but "my bedroom". I didn't want Grandma's color schemes and decor left behind. Now, there were many things I appreciated about the home, but the color choices, the carpets, the drapes, and the lamps were not some of those things.
We were able to make some small changes, but have not been able to repaint as we originally planned. But over time, I've come to just accept the house as it is. I'm still looking forward to painting and replacing the kitchen flooring, but I have also learned to love our new home as it is. And we continually find new ways that our land and home charm us. We are blessed to be here, and we are thankful.
We are glad to be living in the heritage and legacy that Steve's grandparents, great-grandparents, and great-great-grandparents built for us. I pray we leave a similar legacy of love behind us: love for God, love for the land, and love for each other.
Trusting in Him,