Life Is Slower At Grandma’s

I am spending the week at my grandma’s city apartment. Grandpa is out of the country on a mission visit, so I am rooming with his lovely bride of sixty years.

After a somewhat hectic day at work, tonight was beautifully slow. A simple dinner, a few dishes to wash, and more than an hour of photos and fond memories.

I cannot believe the evening is already passed. I do not want it to end, yet I look forward to another.

(Note: the slowness is accented perhaps most perfectly by the fact that she has no internet service. This is posted in the day’s tomorrow.)

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