Texas Porch

 Nearly a month ago I made a fast trip to the panhandle of Texas.  I went with my super cool, Great Aunt V.  Unfortunately it was for a funeral.  I have GREAT memories of this little town, Stratford.  I had lots of family there growing up.  My mom was and still is very good to visit family.  When my sister and I were little and even as we got older.  My mom made it a point to make sure we knew our cousins...for that I am so grateful.

Anyways...my last relative(cousin) passed away.  Her mom and my Great Grandma were sisters.  The Smith Sisters.  There were 5 of them.  How I loved them all! They were classy, sassy, fun, beautiful and witty!  It was a sad trip for me...there is no one left out there that is family. That was a hard thing for me to accept.  On the other hand, my cousin is rejoicing in the heavenly realm in her new body!  

As we drove into town, I began to think back to my childhood and how I LOVED coming out here.  There was always good food, good laughs and lots of love.  The emotions flooded me when we pulled up to her house. So.Much.History.

There was the porch.

The porch that belonged to my Great Great Aunt and Uncle. Then it belonged to their niece and her husband. A big beautiful home that I remember staying in.  The twin beds in the back room with our own bathroom.  The big kitchen where all my loved ones gathered to talk and laugh and of course eat wonderful food.  The den where my uncle's desk was.

 

Then there was the porch.

I could not help but think about the porch.  It looks exactly the same as when I was a kid.  

I {love} that porch.

There were lots of pictures taken here

There were lots of hugs given and received here

There were lots of laughs and tears shared here

There was lots of love shared here

There were probably some spankings given here

I will always remember the porch. 

I hope the family that moves to this home, enjoys the porch

as much as my family has.