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Home is where you make it, but home is also where your heart is. I am a North Dakota girl. There isn't much there and for many, they'd rather live anywhere but there. Growing up in ND, I couldn't wait to leave. It was a popular phrase uttered by many and maybe most. Having left and seen the world, I've quickly realized the  amazingness of my home.

Now it is with great anticipation that I go home each summer. My girls, although not born and raised in ND, possess that same anticipation. They love ND almost as much as I do. During our 30 day visit, I am able to show them the simple pleasures. The fun in walking to parks, growing a garden, seeing blue skies, long days, bright nights, people who know everyone, fields and fields of grains, lots and lots of family time, playing at the lake, riding bikes on the street, driving a tractor with Papa (which both think should justify the  opportunity to drive my car) and smelling blooming flowers everywhere we go. Simple, simple, beautiful treasures of  a fulfilling life.

I came across this blog awhile back. I enjoy reading her perspective on our home state as it brings me back. It fills my heart with a little something that is missing. A connection. A familiarity. A piece of HOME.

http://www.thepinkepost.com/2012/11/to-state-that-built-mehappy-birthday.html

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Alison said…
I have been doing turbo fire too...it was a little too intense so I dropped it down a notch and am doing Slim in 6...2013 is going to be my skinny year!!

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