Home. It’s one of nicest words there is. If you’re blessed with a happy one, it should conjure up feelings of comfort, security, and love. I adore traveling, seeing new sights, and having adventures, yet, nothing comes close to the joy of returning to my family, friends, and my feather pillow. Sometimes you have to leave or lose things to appreciate different things more. Vacation was fantastic, but as John Denver once put it,
“Hey, it's good to be back home again.
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend.”
We spent our last full day in New Hampshire in the northern part of the state visiting the area Caleb grew up in before his family moved to Concord two years ago. The mountains are more rocky in the northern part of the state, but otherwise it looks very similar to the mountains of Kentucky and Tennessee.
Obviously she will probably be a ski pro like her Ingram aunts and uncles!
Hallie girl loves her aunts!
And that, my friends, is the final installment of our trip to New England.