🌱 From the Porch Swing: The Final Wave

Porches are made for shooting the breeze, sharing family stories, passing down memories, meet-cutes, and goodnight kisses. Every porch has heard a good story or two. Some have been passed down through generations. Others have been told for the hundredth time—and somehow get a little better every time they’re shared.

So grab a blanket, settle into the porch swing, and stay awhile.

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There are some traditions you don’t realize you’re learning until years later.

For my family, it was waving goodbye.

Every time someone came to visit—whether they stayed an hour or a week—my grandparents walked out onto the front porch when it was time to leave.

They stood there smiling, arms around each other, and waved until the car disappeared down the road.

It didn’t matter if we’d see them again tomorrow.

Or next month.

Or at Christmas.

They waved anyway. 👋💛

Some traditions are taught with words.

Others are simply lived.

That same quiet tradition found its way into the next generation.

My parents did exactly the same thing.

Every holiday.

Every birthday.

Every family gathering.

Every weekend visit.

When it was time to leave, they walked out onto the porch, smiled, waved, and waited until the last car disappeared around the corner.

We waved back.

It was simply what our family did.💛

This past summer, after my mother’s funeral, our family gathered one last time. It was a little mini reunion at my niece’s house.

Cars were loaded.

Hugs were exchanged.

One by one, engines started.

Windows rolled down.

Hands reached out to wave.

Doing exactly what my parents had always done.

Waving until the last car disappeared.

That’s when it hit me.

Waving goodbye was never really about saying goodbye.

It was our family’s way of saying...

“You’ll always have a place here.”

“Come back soon.”

“This will always be home.”

Those simple waves carried far more than good manners.

They carried belonging.

Hospitality.

Family.

Love.

Maybe that’s one reason I write the kinds of stories I do.

Storybrook.

Sweetheart, Texas.

Small towns where people wave from front porches, gather around pie and coffee, celebrate family traditions, and look after one another.

Places where you’re greeted with a smile when you arrive...

...and someone is still standing on the porch waving when it’s time to go.

Because sometimes the greatest things we pass down aren’t heirlooms.

They’re the quiet traditions that remind the people we love:

You belong here. 💛

I think that’s a tradition worth passing down.

If you’ve got stuff to do, I understand. Look back and see that I’m waving. But if you’ve got time, sit a spell.

With Love, Life, and Laughter (not always in that order),

Leanna 💛

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Until next time, y’all... 💛

Love your people well. Keep the traditions that draw people close. And never miss the chance to wave goodbye. 👋🏡✨

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