We went to a wedding this past weekend that took place here.
I may not know these people very well, (Tim's coworkers) but I know I like their style.
The rain and cooler temps didn't mar the beauty of this place one bit. (At least not for me. Ask the bridesmaids about their feet after taking pictures all over and they may disagree)
I can't believe I've lived in this area my whole life and never been here before.
It's hard to describe how I felt without sounding corny, but words like nostalgic, fortunate, awestruck and breathless start to paint the picture.
I was already in a happy place when we walked into this house.
Right away, I felt transported to another time and place. (which ok, is the point of the place. Duh mary) The heavy silence broken only by the regular ticking of the mantle clock brought me instantly back to Grandpa's. Even the smell was reminiscent to me of his house.
Though Grandpa's was not even close to this grand of a home, his place held the same feeling for me that this one stirred up.
This room reminded me so much of the front room, right down to the wallpaper.
And right here is where I was going to say that finding this cute fluffy guy (insert picture of sheep I accidentally deleted) made my day complete.
Since I'm likely the only one who cares about the sheep, I guess that mistake worked out for the best.