As I’m here in Montana helping my parents pack up for their big move to Washington…I can’t help but realize I don’t feel an ounce of sadness.
I’m not sad that they are moving to another state.
I’m not sad that they are leaving this house.
And for a while I couldn’t figure out why that was.
But then it hit me..home is where my family is.
Home is where those books are that I read over and over again as a little girl.
Home is where the quilts are that my great grandmothers and great aunts hand stitched.
Home is where my
beautiful artwork is that I created as a child.
It’s where there are family photos on the walls where we all look like babies.
It’s where I can find a scrapbook made by my brother in the 5th grade.
Where there are numerous photo albums that house memories I might not remember otherwise.
It doesn’t matter what house, state or even country my parents might live in.
All that matters is that those books, blankets and memories are there.
And when I have little ones of my own…I’ll be sure to create those memories for them.
So that when my 23 year old daughter flies home to help me move…she’ll get to relive a little bit of her childhood, too.
Mom & Dad,
I am so excited for you as you begin this new chapter in your lives!
I can’t wait to create even more memories.