For years and years and years (even before I knew them, but all throughout my 20+ years with the family) my Parents In Law have talked about making a home on the Blue Ridge Parkway in NC. Well, somehow, someway, by the grace of God and their attention to detail, that dream has now become a reality. Still serving in the ministry after 45 years, Grand and G-Daddy have made their very first permanent home, and it is a doozy! I feel so privileged to be able to benefit from their years of planning and vision. All of us are sharing in their well-earned and much deserved joy as they open their gorgeous home to us for the first of many fun family memories. It’s like we could almost visibly see the hand of God moving as they were transitioning from south FL to western NC the very same weeks we were packing up our MI home for the VA coast. It is an easy 6 hour drive to them from both Atlanta and Virginia Beach that all agree is worth every minute of “stoptouchingme!”
Two levels of Bee-EEE-AAAAA-UUUUUUUUtifulness meets the eye immediately everywhich direction you care to turn. Check out the stacked stone fireplace:
Walk straight through to the kitchen, AKA: Grand’s Domain of Yummy Goodness. See the giant chocolate chip cookie bar? Can you smell the fudge sauce? Behold the fresh lemon pie!
Q: How’s that pie like my hand?
(It’s got “ma rang” on it.) I don’t quite fit in here, but they love me anyway. See how gracious they are?
If you can pull yourself away from the kitchen sweets & smells, you can meander on out to the screened-in porch where it is a perfect 70something degrees and breezy.
And…oh….the….view! Be still my heart:
Saturday evening when we got there it was a tad hazy, but GDaddy says that on clear days you can see 80 miles out. The altitude here is 4000 feet.
HELLOOOOoooooooo down there!
HERE’S what it looked like at sunrise on Sunday am:
I mean, come ON. That is one GOOOOOOD God!
He makes everything glorious.
He makes EVERYthing glorious. He makes EVERYTHING GLORIOUS!
(and YOU are His! What does that make YOU? I’m just sayin’…)
On with the tour. The master suite is to the left of the kitchen, past the stairs going to the lower level.
Yes, that’s my camera-loving son again (wondering why in the world I would take pictures without him in them). He totally would have sat down and acted like he was putting on his grandmother’s make-up.