A Pilgrimage to Maine
A few weekends ago, the hubs and I spent a whirlwind four days in Maine. Steve's family is originally from there, and we hadn't been back in eight years! As soon as we paid off our loans (another post;), we made it a priority to go back and visit! We arrived via redeye early Friday morning in Boston, where Steve's parents met us on their drive up from Pennsylvania. Then, we headed north!
It was so fun to have as much time as we did visiting with family. Steve's grandpa is over ninety years old and sharp as a whip. He lives completely on his own in the house he built sixty years ago for his family, and even recently bought a new car. I love it! We got to hear all about his time in WWII and Steve's heritage--his ancestors came over just after the Mayflower, French nobility fleeing persecution. Imagine that!
Although our time was short lived, seeing Steve's grandfather and uncles meant so much to us. We'll definitely make a point to visit more often!