Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Magical Moment 314, "Home, Home on the Farm"

My husband is a country boy, whose southern draw grows consistently thicker and slower, whenever he is around his family in Texas. This Christmas, we are making the trip to both of our homes, first to Eddie's in Texas, then to mine in Nebraska. After 25 hours in the car, all Eddie wanted to do was go "home," and for him, that is his grandparents farm.

His memories are endless and you can feel the warmth, hospitality, and comfort in this old farmhouse the moment you enter. If I could give Eddie any gift in the world, it would be an instant transporter from the show Star Trek, so that he could come here any time he wanted. But we only have a week.

I spent time with my chicks (who've gotten so big since the last time I saw them!) And Eddie spent time with his grandparents, soaking in the happy, sweet memories of his home.

The Farm House

Country fresh eggs, anyone?

I collected them myself

Eddie and his Gramma

3 comments:

Paul C said...

There's nothing like a country lane, a few chickens, and a wonderful family to help one find repose. I can see why it's worth the drive.

Gerida Kennedy said...

Although I am new to the family, I have enjoyed every moment I have had the chance to spend at the farm:) Great blog!

ds said...

Sometimes I feel that "home" in the way that you and Eddie mean it, is a lost idea in the crazy world we now inhabit. Enjoy your holiday--it will be worth every minute of that drive!