As I think back on our years spent in Louisville, I can’t help but think of our time spent at the McMullen home. My husband and I spent many hours and days at their house. Their home was always a place we felt welcomed and comfortable. I remember spending just about every Sunday afternoon there. Many card games were played, many meals were shared around the table, lots of laughter, and so much joy. You never knew who would stop by, and who would be taking a nap on their couch. I never felt like I was an inconvenience by being at their house. No matter if it was just me or 15 other people, Gregg and Anna always made you feel like you were part of the family. That was just the atmosphere in their home.

Even now, 16 years later, we could call the McMullens and say, “we are passing through tonight or tomorrow, and need a place to stay,” and I know without a doubt, they would say come on. Even if it was last minute, Anna would have some kind of food and would welcome us with a smile. Then we would stay up late catching up. 

It makes me smile as I think about our times at the McMullen home. I remember all the good times we had. One more thing I remember is how they were always up for an adventure—whether that adventure was something as simple as making homemade ice cream at 10:00 at night, or something as crazy as “sure…you can knock down that wall.” One thing is for sure when you visit the McMullen home you will leave full, happy, and feeling loved.