When I was a little girl. I would always look forward to visiting grandma and grandpa's house during the summer. I can still remember the smell of the summer air and watching sunsets from the front deck. I can remember fun filled nights watching "I Love Lucy" and eating my grandpa's butter drenched popcorn. I remember laying in bed and taking naps while listening to the jets fly over the house. memory after memory floods my mined as I think back on those lazy summer days.
It warms my heart to see our little girl starting to build those memories of her own. She loves visiting grandma's house in Wenatchee...and so do we!
