When I was a kid we moved across the country when I was 10 years old.
That year my east coast grandparents scooped us up and opened our eyes to adventure and exploration. We did not go more than 100 miles from home, but we saw and experienced so much. Often this old red plaid fabric came with us. We sat in the sand along the water on it, had picnics next to it, and learned to view life in a whole new light.
It changed my life. My grandma has been gone many years now. She never met my children. Yet her legacy lives on. I fold up her blanket, and stick it in my picnic basket. I use it as a tablecloth at the park. I take her blanket to the beach. My kids sit on it with sandy feet. Each time, it feels like a hug, like a knowing, like my grandma smiling. I can just picture grandma watching proudly.
Legacy matters.....
The legacy and memories I am creating with my loved ones is very important to me. We all impact the future. What a high calling.
