hot chocolate in july

every time i make hot coco i think of all the time spent at my grandparents house in wyoming when i was just a wee little thing.

there was something so majestic about it.

their house is literally out in the middle of no where.

no cell phone reception, so when it was really quiet around the house grandma would turn on the police scanner and we would all bum around (in some sort of dress up and covered in dirt, of course) and listening to the highway patrol catch all kinds of things.

oh, and they have animals.

horses, lamas, pony's, goats, sheep, chickens, roosters, dogs, cats, even a peacock.

we all had our own cat too, and if i can remember right...mine had red fur :)

running down to the barn every night to feed the horses with grandma or grandpa is something i will never forget. no matter how far away those horses had trotted all you had to do was fill a tin bucket with their feed, and shake it.

in minutes their silhouettes would be right on top of the hill behind the barn, coming right towards you.

like a bell your mother would ring when it was time for dinner, and you bet grandma has one of those.

i remember tugging on the string whenever we needed everyone to come in.

and in we would all come whenever that bell was rung.

whether it was off the giant wood swing set grandpa had built just for us, in the back door and up their spiral staircase, away from the bonfire, or out of the hot tub in their basement. 

i miss everything about that place.

the green room, with the broken window because grandpa had fallen on it while on the roof.

the trinkets that covered the walls in the sun room.

the smell of coffee that filled my nostrils as i woke up every morning, and the best part of that was running upstairs and cuddling up to grandma or grandpa in your p.j.'s. (whichever one had the most room on their leather chair) as waiting for everyone else to come alive.

the stained glass window right about the kitchen sink that my dad, uncle, and grandfather all made.

and every single story and memory that house has ever held since it was built from the ground up.

sooo.. hot chocolate in july..

 

it may be in the high 80's outside, but every time i test my cup's water temperature with my finger, i think about all of us kids pushing out nose's against my grandmas microwave window as we waiting impatiently for that timer to go off.

now all i'm going to sit back and enjoy the cup of memories, while i wait for our girls night to begin. 

wyoming, you've never been so missed.

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