Prosser, Washington

The boys standing in the spot where we were married

As if the past couple of weeks hasn't been busy enough, I took the boys to eastern Washington to visit my grandma in a little town called Prosser.  I love Prosser.  When you think of country town, with one major intersection, where everyone knows everyone, you think of towns like Prosser.  I grew up going there almost every summer, spending days running around the town with the friends we made there and sometimes helping my grandparents answer phones in their Century 21 office.  My brother and I even lived there for awhile and I attended school there for the first few months of 7th grade.  I have great memories in that town.  When my grandfather died in 1990, I never thought Prosser would be the same, but it was the same ol' Prosser, I just had to make new memories there.  I love that place so much that neither Jay nor I hesitated to plan our wedding there on my grandma's lawn, overlooking the Yakima River.  And it is also the place where I celebrated the last Christmas with my mother.  I don't know what I will do when and if Prosser isn't a place we can go to anymore, so that is why I am making sure my boys know and appreciate it like I do.

The boys with their "GiGi"

My Grandma & Me

Chrissy & Me (Uncle Dan in the background)

Chris has been my grandma's neighbor since 1979