Back Where We Come From

We spent this past weekend in the Twin Cities with family and friends that we haven't seen in a while. Growing up in a small town an hour away from civilization, we always said we couldn't wait to get out of there, but I have to say there was something relaxing and very peaceful about going home this weekend that is very hard to find in "civilization". We went downtown to the annual (banana/pontotoc/railroad heritage) festival and had a good time running into friends that we haven't seen in a long time. We wandered through the cemetery (on a guided tour) and learned about influential people in the community that have passed on. We fought over candy at the parade with E.J.'s high school baseball coach and my high school math teacher. We sat in lawn chairs and listened to a concert, and to top it all off we went to the church picnic on Sunday afternoon. We felt like teenagers all over again and we were able to leave the stresses of the grown up life at our house for the weekend. I must say it was good to be home.