(Welcome if you've arrived here from Laurie Schultz's blog !) Over the years the definition of Home for me has changed. Growing up it was, of course, the house I lived in with my parents and my brothers. Even after college when I moved to another state “home” was still back in that house. Although my apartments were homey and some of my roommates became like family to me, Home was always back in my hometown in the house I grew up in. Even after moving in with Paul, getting married, and buying our own house, a small part of me still felt like home was back in Pennsylvania. We were creating our own newlywed version of home but I always referred to going to my parents’ house as “going home.” This has changed since having children though. Now home is here- where my heart is, figuratively and literally. It’s wonderful and exhausting and messy and crazy- usually all at once. And I wouldn't change any of it. Now, home is where my hubby takes care of thin
Great memories captured! And I love the captions! I think it makes them so much more relatable. And you'll love having that years down the road. Adorable kiddos!!!
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ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely day... and you made me laugh at "full of bologna"... and at "worn out". I know there are lots of these fun days ahead!
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