Wednesday, December 3, 2008

The Farm

You know how you can have such love in your heart for something that words can never explain it? How you just try to sit down and type it out, but there is no way you can accurately describe how it makes you feel. It is like that giddy feeling of fallin in love. How you can't stop thinking about them. How everything reminds you of them. Or the first time you hold your baby in your arms. The emotions that flow. The feelings that rise up you have never felt. The joy. The responsibility and protective nature you feel. The hope. Oh, the hope. Or the first time you fall into what you are suppose to do. The contentment. The pride. The excitement. Or when you find designer shoes at discount. Yeah, those feelings. You get it, right?Well, this is how I feel about the farm. I know i have done a million posts about Indiana. But none describe it accurately. I just can't do it. The farm. What is it that makes me have to swallow REALLY hard when we go around the S curve by the pond? Why is it that I feel such a pitter patter when we drive by the old home place? Why do I roll my eyes at the ONE flashing light in town? And let me tell you what BIG news it was...Why? Maybe its the memories. Maybe its the emotions. Maybe its the bean burrito I had for lunch. All possibilities.But I think it is the familyAnd the legacy...

That is being passed down.Sure the memories are there...


But the love is stronger.

And I can only pray that I pass it on.

13 comments:

Laura said...

I was in that neck of the woods yesterday. Even walked around in Butt Drugs. :)

countrygirl005 said...

I love the country, and Indiana! That's kind of how I feel when I come home after being away at college (usually for only a week because I can't stay away from home for very long... lol)

I love the pictures!

Linda said...

I think I'm gonna cry!

Lo said...

sigh. you just inspired me to snap some pics this weekend of my little slice of country :)

Beki said...

That makes me miss good old Decatur, TX!! where I spent many of my formative years. And we thought nothing of riding our bikes from one end of town to the other, and my parents knew we would be safe because we were related to pratically everyone by birth or marriage and well, it was a small town there was no business that wasn't everyone's business. I need to go back for a visit....soon.

edie+steve said...

Small towns are the best.....so are small town girls!

bekah said...

I have the same reaction to the farm in my family. Its where I grew up, its where I was surrounded by loving family and where I learned about being a human. I love that farm, I can sit in the fields and finally feel peace, and in this world, peace can be hard to come by.

Angelena said...

I know how you feel. I feel the same way about our farm and small town.

Great post!

Lesa said...

Steve, is from Frankton IN...same way, one light in town....I love visiting there. Walking the streets in the summer seeing all of the old houses....His parents still live in the same house he grew up in. He lives in Texas now and it is sooo much different where we live... I don't see how he deals with it!

Ansbaughmom said...

Great pics-you have such a gift with taking pictures!!!

The Kelso-Winter Family said...

even if you don't live on a farm you ARE passing down a legacy of family love and bonding...

Lorie said...

Beautiful pictures! What great memories and a great family!

And I LOVE the quote on the top of your side bar about typos! Very funny stuff!

Dana and Daisy said...

gulp! I think I am gonna cry!