I’ve been thinking about home and family quite a bit lately. Homesickness hit me hard this winter and into these early weeks of spring. I’ve felt that tug more lately than I have since the first days of our southern adventure. Since Christmas, my family in the north has been experiencing some hard times, and I feel the distance between us more fiercely than ever. I want to be there with my loved ones, going through the trials with them instead of hearing about this and that over the phone and doing my best to be present through sympathy and prayer. That’s tough.
I know that here is my home. This is my family. But my history is somewhere else, and a huge slice of my heart lingers there. On some days, the missing piece leaves an awful emptiness. Yet, spring brings the promise of a summer trip in the near future, and for weeks, we have been anticipating some April company!
We had a lovely Easter visit with my husband’s parents. How nice to have Grandma and Papa in our home for eight busy days! Here are some shots from our time together.




























































