Going Home

I have lived in my house for three and a half years now, but when I speak about driving from Phoenix to Washington to visit my parents, I say that I am "going home". What is it about going to a specific place that makes it home? Is it the feelings that place evokes, the memories, or even the aromas associated with it? I don't know. I love my home and work hard to make it a place that my family wants to come back to. When I think of my parent's house, it also is home for me. I am excited to sit on the front porch of my parent's house and watch the huge maple tree across the street loose it's brightly colored leaves. I am excited to escape the heat and have to bundle up for a while. I am excited to wake up to my kids excited squeals as my Dad makes them the biggest breakfast full of treats. These are the memories that I have of my ancestral home, and these are the memories that I hope my kids will remember, not only about their grandparents home, but about my home as well.

My sweet sister Anna

My darling sister-in-law Anna Davies passed away on Thursday, September 29, 2011. She valiantly fought cancer and was finally called home. Her husband Rick and children, Caleb and Emma have been strong and courageous this week. Keep them in your prayers please. We love and miss Anna already!