I was born and raised in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Though I live in the Phoenix area now, I still crave Michigan summers. My daughter, husband and I just returned from an almost two week trip back to my hometown. My daughter got to spent time with her grandparents, meet her aunt and snuggle with many of my friends. She even got to meet her friend who was born just 24 hours before she was. We spent many days at the beach and my baby discovered grass and sand, both of which she is still unsure of.
I am not sure if it was the vivid green colors, the evenings spent in backyards with fireflies lighting the night, or the sting of the wind sprinkled with sand on the beach. This time, I truly understood what the girl who was lost in Oz meant when she said, “There’s no place like home….”