When I think about the events in my life that sadden me the most because my children did not have the blessing of participating in them, I think immediately of my childhood at my grandparent's home. My parents never moved from the town they were raised in. Therefore, visits with grandparents were at least weekly, if not daily. We all went to church together, convened for every one's birthdays, met on Saturday nights at Pizza Hut, etc. It was truly Norman Rockwellish.

I remember the favorite game was either riding a wagon down their steep backyard, or a game of baseball with all of the aunts, uncles, and cousins. We spent countless hours chasing lightening bugs and rubbing them on our skin to make us glow. (I know...gross!) A leisurely visit almost always turned into an extended family gathering because everyone else had the same idea.

I miss those days desperately. I live 4 hours (on a non-traffic day) away from my family. My kids keep me busy. Work is never ending. Most days I go to bed at night never thinking about the fact that we live a distance from our families. But, then I stop long enough to think about the fact that my kids will not experience what I grew up with, and well that is depressing. It is strange the events that bring about home sickness. Major holidays are fine. Again, I think because we are so busy. Birthdays and 4th of July are brutal. They are special days, but more laid back.

Isaac, Sarah, Zachary, Jack, and Micah, love your family. Remember they are the most important people in your life. Yes, one day you will marry and have kids. They will take precedence, but those you love and cherish today, and the memories you build together, will shape the person you become. I love you!