Going home....

Home. "Your feet may leave, but your heart never will." (not sure where that came from, but I like it)

I love going back home to Safford. It's where all my family is ('cept Jake and I miss that). It's where my "warm" memories are. You know, the ones that make your insides feel warm and relax your soul because it's the place before you had to be grown up and have grown up thoughts, worries and concerns. Life was just plain good.

I've spent years making deposits in this part of my memory bank. I take withdrawals quite often and enjoy a good laugh or a warm fuzzy and even though I'm an adult now, I still like to go back and make more memory deposits. Besides, my kids need to start depositing into their memory banks!

And that's just what I did this week. I took 3 of my four kiddos out of school and drove up for a quick but much needed visit.

This time of year, as you drive into the valley, you are greeted with fields of white and I don't know why but I've always loved all those cotton fields from the time I was little. They fascinated me. Rows and rows of white puffs growing from the ground like corn, and alfalfa but you don't eat it, animals don't eat it, instead you wear it.....

I remember visiting grandparents here when I was little and taking a walk to the cotton fields nearby. I would pick cotton and put it in bags for my mom so she wouldn't have to buy cotton balls at the store anymore. I was thoughtful like that.

I love sitting here....


.....and looking at this

and of course, sometimes this....

Many of my kids memory 'deposits' include this....



and on this trip they added this one.....


and this one.....


and tickling and giggling 'bout silly things like "wedgies".....



And I, deposited this one.....

Lunch at Casa with my mom and sis!