Family

Yesterday I spent half the day researching our birds. They're known as Heritage breeds and I wanted to know how we could register them as such to prove them meaningful.

 

 And that got me to thinking-what is the meaning of heritage anyway?

  

It means so many different things to so many different people.

And it's honestly lost on some, they don't care where they come from.

But I think deep down each of us has a desire to belong, and part of that belonging is knowing where your roots are.

 

 

For me my roots are on a 60 acre farm that was started by my great grandfather many years ago, when it was much bigger than just 60 acres. He raised his children there, my family. My grandfather. Who raised his family on the same land, my father and my aunt. Who have since raised my cousin and I there too.

 

But you see, heritage is much more than a piece of property or the four walls of a house. It's nestled down deep in your inner being, at least it is for me. My heritage has made me who I am today. It's just as much a part of me as the farm I live on, yet it can't be defined as any one thing. It's everything.   

 

If you asked my grandmother what is most important in life, after God she would say family. And she's right. My family, my heritage, is so much a part of me that I couldn't function without them.

 

 

We get together for every birthday, graduation, celebration, and holiday.

 

Those are the times I look forward to. Sitting around my grandmother's dining room table talking about life, her worn white bowls serving creamed corn and field peas. These moments in time mold me. They are what creates this thing called heritage in my mind. It's tradition and familiarity. It's my family.

 

 

I pray that one day when Cam and I have children, that they will feel the way that I do. They will be fascinated by their family members, present and past, and form a curiosity to learn everything they can about them.
It is up to us to carry on a family heritage.

 

One strong in Faith, Love, and Family.