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My kids started packing their suitcases first thing this morning.

We’re not headed to the beach or to Disney. No cabin in the mountains or new water park. No, it’s nothing super fancy, yet it’s equally as special to them.

They’re getting to spend the night at their grandparents’ house, and in their hearts, it’s the happiest place on earth.

After quarantine and all the distancing over the past several months, our kiddos cannot get enough of their best big friends. 

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And their grandparents are so good at reminding them the feeling is mutual.

The kids are always greeted with bear hugs and high-fives and surprise gifts.

Each meal is their favorite, and the chocolate milk flows.

The walls are decorated with their own fingerprint artwork, and old family portraits remind them their parents were kids once, too. 

And the same mom and dad who taught us how to bake cookies and play card games are showing our kiddos how it’s all done. With all the love. And none of the frustration. 

And this precious time spent together does all of our hearts so much good.

It’s a new adventure for our children. It’s a welcome break for us.

We know our babies are in good hands. We know we can step away and trust sweet memories are being made as they start to imitate this legacy of love.

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So as we drop off our kiddos for the night, I want to join in the chorus of grateful parents thanking God for the blessing of family.

To our parents who’ve become the world’s greatest grandparents, we’re so grateful to have you in our lives.

You’ll always feel like home. 

Thank you so much for welcoming our kiddos home, too.

Thank you for keeping us all comfortable as we get some rest. 

And thank you for giving all of us precious memories we can keep. 

We love you so very much!

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Jaclyn Warren

Stay-at-home mommy of four on mission to encourage parents to savor the meaningful in the midst of the messy. Take your 15 minutes; it’s your turn for timeout. You can find her at www.mommys15minutes.com or on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/Mommys15Minutes-543229312706302/.

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