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Amy was just home for a visit and we spent five fun filled days making memories. Cooking, laughing, shopping, laughing, drinking coffee, playing ,talking (and laughing) into the early morning hours... just being together.

Oh, how precious our time together has become. It wasn't that many years ago when I took those moments for granted. Now I long for time with her, to kiss and hug her, to laugh with her, learn from her, teach her, share feelings and ideas (face to face), cook together, watch our favorite shows, reminisce, all the things best friends do.

I've always felt that home is family...that no matter where you live, as long as you are with people you love you are home. I still think this is true but I have also come to realize that it is also a place. The look on Amy's face was priceless as the farm came into view...she hadn't been home in 10 months. The connection she has here was so touching. This house has always been part of her life, and while we, her family, mean everything to her....so doesn't this farmhouse, barn, apple trees, slaughter house and fields. I watched her walk around the yard and just drink it all in. It was beautiful.

It was during those first few moments of Amy being home when I realized that yes, home is made up of people she loves, but it is also the familiar smells, the old barn, the sun shining over the back field...the memories of a childhood of a little red headed girl......