summer home

We lived here when we were young like our son. When our small soft feet followed our mothers and fathers. When our grandmas and grandpas were all still alive, living where they always lived.

When we were small everything about this place seemed so big and huge. But then we grew and grew until our eyes were so high that we could see beyond where we were.  

And then we decided to make that big beyond our own backyard.

So it will be hard for our son to imagine a life in one place. He wakes in new cities and speaks new languages and his body already knows that the world is large. His life will move and bloom in place after place.

But when there is time we will all come back.

And when we're here we'll tell him that this is the home that doesn’t change. That this is the place where we drive past old houses and dig up our memories and hug the people we love. We’ll hold hands and run in the grass and breathe in the big blue sky.

Because no matter where we go, there's one small place in this world that's ours.

Home.