When I was a kid, my grandpa had a wood burning fireplace in his house. Pops has since passed, but his memory lives on with me every day. The picture above is of the wood burning fireplace that is up at the cabin. Sometimes, when I look at it, it reminds me of old times in the back room at my grandpa's place. Football games with my cousins, the smell of the fireplace burning, pillow fights & boxing matches, and anything else that young rascals do to blow off some steam.
Memories that last a lifetime are what I want my girls to grow up having. The smell of grandpa's fireplace at the cabin, the recollection of times spent playing bingo and guess who, and the memories of our family when Angie and I are long gone.