Going home

Home is a tricky word when you've grown up between several states.  I never know how to answer that question when people ask me where i'm from.  The way I try to think about it is that I get to have "homes" and people I love all over the country.  One of my homes is North Carolina.  It's where my parents (and most of my other relatives) live.  I have spent a lot of July 4ths, birthdays, and Thanksgivings there.  It's where I have all memories of my Grandma and our farm house by the river.  And to top it off, it looks like this.

Last weekend we had the Welborn family reunion, and we got just about everyone there.

Our part of the clan.

 

We also had a memorial service celebrating the life of my beautiful Aunt Christa. 

 

The rest of the weekend was filled with food (SO much food!), relaxing, golf (for David and the guys), and just catching up with each other.  I always love this home.