Family Time

This photo is so appropriate. My family heritage on my father’s side is mostly Dutch. My great-grandparents came from Holland and put their stake in the rich farmland of Northwest Iowa. Not only does my family grow lots of corn, but our last name means “rooster!” The photo would be even more appropriate if the popcorn was drenched in caramel because that’s what my sister-in-law and I made last night.

Growing up far from extended family made me think that’s how my life would be as an adult. But I live in the same town as my parents and brother and (never thought I would say this) love it! The spontaneous moments like last night, making caramel corn and watching football, are treasures. Now, more than ever, home means family to me.

Heart Longing

Unraveling my heart's connection with home is not an easy task. Is the knot bound up in childhood memories? Is it merely the sense of retreat and rest?

Is it all the books I poured over, the journeys they took me on that gives home as much a theme of adventure as it does protection?

Without any question the longing belongs to the people (and animals) I find there.

(My sleepy little girl, Reese)

There are other contributers to the constant feeding of this longing to be home, I'm sure.