I hope everyone enjoyed their Mother's Day! Oddly enough, my morning started just like any other day off. Getting up with E and doing our morning routine. We spent a lazy day at home until we headed "home" to my parents house for dinner. This year my mom decided to host dinner partially for Mother's Day but also to honor my later father's birthday which was earlier this week. The drive out there takes me about 45 minutes and is now bittersweet. I can't help but think about the day almost two months ago when I made that drive alone, weeping after I received the news my father had died. But I can also remember how many hundreds of times I made that drive in happier times as well. So yesterday I drove slowly up the winding road, tears streaming a sense of peace came over me. This is "home", the place I can come and be with my family sharing our memories. And if I look had enough, I can still see my dad standing knee deep in water cleaning the fish ponds or standing on the back deck grilling mountains of meat for the family. I had never been particularly attached to this house before because I didn't live there too long before leaving for college. But now that has all changed for me now. The picture posted above is of my mom, my sisters, myself and Emory. I can't help but think dad was looking down smiling seeing us all together. 