|The House Where I Grew Up|
Father's Day weekend is here. If you are blessed to have a dad to hug (or one who is huggable), I imagine you're making plans to build another memory together.
But for those of us whose dads are no longer with us--mine passed away in 2006--I have a pretty good hunch that you'll be reminiscing about years gone by. At times like this, my mind often wanders back to the house of my childhood, which my parents built in the 1960s, when I was twelve.
We had been living several miles out in the country in a cozy rental surrounded by an orange grove, pomegranite trees, and plenty of room for us six kids to stretch out and explore. Building a home meant we would be moving into town, closer to work and schools. Our friends would live within walking distance, too. It was an exciting time in the life of my family.
A niece took this photo of us an hour after we laid my dad to rest on a warm August morning in a shady cemetery where he and Mama had chosen their plots many years before. Returning to the empty house felt surreal. We shared a delicious potluck lunch prepared by family friends from my childhood church, but in the midst of our reunion was an all-too-keen awareness that the parents who had made this place Home were now gone. After lunch we gathered under a tree my dad had planted, our smiles masking six heavy hearts.
As we celebrate Father's Day, let's also remember the special place where we felt secure and loved. As kids, we don't often pause to consider the roof over our heads and what it takes to keep it there.
Now I know.
Enjoy your weekend, friends! Today's Friday Showcase features Etsy artists whose work reflects this place called Home.
|Two Houses Porcelain Brooch by NiuTaller|
|Home is Where my Heart Is by mudgoddess|
|Home Sweet Home collage by PaintMyselfPretty|
|Miniature Clay House by HeartHomes|
|Baby Bear Searches the Starry Sky tile by chinmayo|
|Tooth House Box by bysimple|