Walking down memory lane, I found myself happening across a tiny set of gnome footprints. In awe and wonder, I always would ask my grandpa where did the footprints come from...and thus, the Legend of the Gnomes began....What a treasured childhood memory for me. My grandpa is one of the most important people to me, and though he has gone on to join Jesus, my heart still has a placed filled with him. He left such a legacy, that I found it only befitting to "honor" him shall I say, and carry on the little gnome stories. I love to see my nieces and nephews ask about these little fellas, for it brings a smile to my face as I look back and remember.....Grandpa.
