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                    The older I get the more I long for the way things were when I was younger.

When I was a kid my family spent lots of time at Grandma and Grandpa's house. In the summer we would have picnics on the back porch, I would play with my cousins in the backyard or ride bikes in the neighborhood. (No helmets, no problem.) And someone was always up for a "friendly" game of badminton.

Winter took us inside the house. Aunts, uncles, cousins everywhere. Music playing, singing and dancing. Grandpa would whistle. Grandma always hummed. She said it was because Grandpa used to tell her she had a pretty voice.

My childhood wasn't perfect, nor was I privileged. But when I was at that house, surrounded by family, it was perfect. I was safe. I knew these people and they loved me. I loved them.

Now that my Grandpa has been gone for a few years, and family is scattered here and there, I find myself longing for those moments. The feeling I would get when I would sip Grandma's sweet tea or bite into a tomato sandwich made with a tomato from Grandpa's garden.

Is it possible to create such a world today? Now that I have little ones I want them to have that feeling of love and safety. This is my attempt at doing just that. Keeping it simple, with a look back. I hope you enjoy our adventures as much as I do.

Welcome Home,
Tina