Memories...

...it is hard to go "home" now and not have "home" be the house that I grew up in. This is the house I lived in from the time I was 2 years old until I moved away for college. I have so many wonderful memories here...

...playing with Melissa & Justin...family dinners...laughing with friends & family...holidays...I even got engaged in my backyard at this house...

But, if being an Army wife has taught me anything, I have learned that a "house is a house" and home is where your family is...you can take your memories with you wherever you live. My parents are in the process of selling this house (and I do hope that it sells soon for them), so I had to go visit the house one last time on my trip home. I took several pictures, but the only one that really means anything is this one of my brother, Justin's hand print in the cement at the bottom of his basketball goal...

I don't remember how old he was when he got this, but I am pretty sure it was for one of his birthdays. I miss him so much, and wish he were here to make memories with us in my parents new house, which I love and I know that Justin would have too! I am so blessed and thankful to have so many wonderful memories of Justin that I can take with me in my heart wherever my home is! I love you, Justin!