No Place Like Homer

It’s a perfect memory day. Rainy, gray, slightly cold type of day that should be eased into with hot chocolate and finished off with quilting. In between though, after all the kid chaos, there shall be memories. Of summer days now sliding into winter, of free time and adventures, of family. I love my family. They drive me crazy, make me smile, are always there. And right now, just outside my door, I can hear my niece squealing with laughter, my sister teaching her words, my mom asking me if I want to go across the road to visit Grandma, my brother in law beat boxing, and my brother playing music on his computer. Life is good in my world. Here’s my memory for this lovely gray day – our family trip to Homer in August. Oh what an adventure. But you can see that for yourself…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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