You Can Go Home!

Many say you can't go home. That nothing is the same, of course its not! I did go home and it brought back a flood of memories. The winters I had as a child, playing in the snow with my brothers, making snow forts. The warmth of our home, the sound of our mom and dad talking. It made me long for those days and the security I felt. Growing up is not an option but it is fun remembering and always brings more than a few tears to my eyes, especially since losing my dad to cancer. Before leaving for my grown up home I held on to my mom a little longer and a little tighter, taking me back if only for a moment to my childhood when mom could fix anything!