Sundays at Grandma’s felt like ordinary days. Looking back, I see how much those meals, laughter, and familiar faces meant. “We Just Didn’t Know” remembers a time when family was close and we thought it would always stay that way.
Sundays at Grandma’s felt like ordinary days. Looking back, I see how much those meals, laughter, and familiar faces meant. “We Just Didn’t Know” remembers a time when family was close and we thought it would always stay that way.
A quiet reflection on Christmas, family, memory, and faith, followed by a nostalgic poem remembering the warmth and simplicity of childhood holidays.