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| Rosa Thorn plant in the garden |
We made it to Jamaica safe and sound. I literally cried when I got home. There is nothing like coming home to the house that you grew up in. Where you have memories of falling down and scraping your knees, climbing trees to pick mangoes, or sitting on the veranda and playing school with your stuffed animals. Our house has been kept pretty much the same since I left and the nostalgia brings on such strong emotions and memories of my wonderful childhood. I keep towing my husband around the house to show him and tell him about everything LOL.
We are currently sitting on the veranda as I type this. There is a cool breeze, the soft chirping of birds, and sweet subtle fragrance of the mini botanical garden surrounding us. Life. Is. Good.
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| Me holding the plums I picked at my grandmother’s house |
The internet is fickle but I will try to post as much as I can during my visit. I’ll also record the Jamaica tag video some time this week.
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| Hubby on the veranda at my house |
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| Our fish |
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| Paul the bird. His friends Peter and Mary died of old age. |