When I was younger, I spent every Friday night at my grandparents house. My grandma would pick me up from school, my grandpa would take me to the Friday night football game during the fall, we would have a huge breakfast Saturday morning, and then spend the day playing outside. The memories I made at my grandparents house or even going on trips with them are some that I hope I never forget. Now that I am older, those Friday nights are few and far between, but man do I wish they were not.
As much as I would like to, I just can not go back home every weekend to stay with them, nor can they come to Charleston to see me all the time. Thank goodness for FaceTime calls.
However, I do think spending time with them when I have the chance to, is very important.
Every summer, we take a trip to Blowing Rock, North Carolina, to kind of escape the craziness of home a little. Up here, I am able to spend time with them that is not constantly interrupted.
I understand that one day they will not be here. That scares me more than anything right now because I know that day is getting closer and closer. That is why spending the time with them that I can is so important to me.
Even if it is just sitting and talking with my grandpa, or doing a puzzle with my grandma, I know they cherish that time spent with me, and I cherish the time that I get to spend with them.
Basically, in today's society, I think we take too many things for granted. Especially things, that we do not realize mean so much. A simple phone call with my grandparents is something I will always look forward to... I always save their voicemails too!!
