Blueberry Picking Days: Sweet Summer Memories with Grandma & Papa

Last week, we packed up the kids and drove out to a nearby blueberry farm to soak in one of those simple, timeless summer joys—berry picking. My parents (affectionately known around here as Grandma and Papa) were visiting, and it felt like the perfect opportunity to slow down and make some memories together.

The kids were thrilled from the moment we pulled up. There’s something magical about rows and rows of berry bushes just waiting to be explored. Isla took her job very seriously—carefully examining each blueberry before deciding if it was ripe enough to pick. Elliot mostly filled his bucket with a mix of green ones and leaves (and let’s be honest—ate more berries than he picked). Emerson was strapped to me in the carrier, happily watching it all unfold with those big curious eyes.

Grandma and Papa were in their element—laughing with the kids, pointing out the biggest blueberries, and retelling stories of when I was little and we’d do the same thing on hot summer days. There’s something really special about seeing your parents grandparent your own kids—passing down little traditions and creating new ones along the way.

We ended the morning with blueberry-stained fingers, full bellies, and hearts just as full. The kids were sticky, happy, and sun-kissed, and our fridge is still full of berries that we’ve been tossing into smoothies, pancakes, and yogurt ever since.

Sometimes the most ordinary outings turn into the most cherished memories. I’m so thankful for slow, simple mornings like this—where generations meet in the blueberry rows, and everything else can wait.