Every family has their traditions, and dragging out saying goodbye after gathering at my parents’ home was one of ours. When one of our visits came to an end, we would start by giving what had become known as “The Vasso Goodbye”. Our goodbye began in the downstairs den, worked its way to the main floor kitchen, into the living room, then by the front door, outside the front door, on the driveway, at each car, and then ended with a final wave to…
Last week, I shared about our upcoming move to Tennessee. The first thing we had to do when we found out we were relocating was get our house here ready to sell. That involved a lot of gathering and sorting and boxing things we needed to donate or trash. Since we moved here in 2006, our daughter completed Kindergarten through 6th grade and our son went through 9th grade and three years of college. In other words, we’ve accumulated a lot of “stuff”.
So in January of this year, we began…
I’m pretty sure I drove my mother crazy as a child asking questions. (Mom, would you care to comment here?) I’m actually certain of this fact because many times when my own children were busy driving me to distraction with their “Why’s??” my mom would smile and say that I was “paying for my raising”! To be honest, I’m still guilty of asking questions; I’m naturally curious although I thought I had outgrown the tendency to ask too many questions. Then I went to India.
Oh my! The questions that…