I went to see my mother on Saturday. It's funny how the place where you grew up can look like somewhere else sometimes.
My granddad came into town as well, it was really nice to talk to him about things, the places he’s been, things he’s done. I hope when I get to be his age I can be happy about the memories of the life I’ve lived.
Yeah, it was nice to see family, but it’s also nice to come home again.
Family time and pancakes, what more can you ask for?