Today my husband and I decided to drive into town to visit the neighborhoods that we grew up in.

It’s funny even though so many things have changed when we drove through our old haunts how much of it is still the same. Friends we had are gone or moved on. Neighbors we knew also no longer with us. Even though these are places we grew up in and called home it also makes me grateful for what I have now.

Home is where my family is and where my friends are.

I have so many good memories of the homes I grew up in as a child, my parents always teaching us good values. Learning to respect ourselves and others. I always appreciate the things my parents did for me, always encouraging me and most importantly loving me.