This week, Sally asked us to focus on doors, or a particular door, and what could be behind it.
I thought this weeks prompt was the hardest yet. Our front door isn't very pretty and our back door, well, is a bit muddied from this:
Our dogs spend a great deal of time waiting at the door for us to return home.
This got me thinking about doors and what lies behind them.
My favorite door is the door on the side of my grandmother's house. As far back as I can remember, that particular door was never locked. Everyone would just knock and walk right in. There was no need for the formality of a greeting -- we were family, after all.
This week, I found myself wishing I lived closer to my grandparents and I could just zip over and snap a picture of that door. It's not anything out of the ordinary, but there is something very special about a door that is always open to you.
Today, the kiddo and I visited my in-laws. She and her grandfather had a wonderful time sledding. The kiddo loves visiting her grandparents as much as I loved (and still love) visiting mine.
This is the door to my in-law's house.
No doubt the kiddo will remember this door as fondly as I remember the door to my grandparents' house.
Please visit Sally's blog to see what doors the other participants walked through this week.