I grew up next to the best neighbors. I have so many wonderful memories of walking up the small hill that was in-between my house, and my grandparent’s on our family farm. My Grandma always had a home baked treat and time for us, and my Grandpa would let us tag along with him as he worked on the farm, or would give into our begging to pull our sleds behind his four-wheeler when it was snowy out–and there is no shortage of snow in Canada!
Over the years, my Grandparents have become some of my dearest friends. I talk to my Grandma almost every week, sometimes, several times a week. She is always willing to lend a listening ear, and makes me feel loved in a way that only a Grandmother can.
While we were visiting Canada last month, we went on a ride through the fields to one of our favorite spots. I snapped a few pictures that I adore of two of the people I love the most. My kids are so lucky to have so many Grandparents that love them, and so am I. ❤