Lucy Maud Montgomery once wrote that a house never became a home until there had been a birth and a death there. I disagree. A house becomes a home as families live their lives together and build memories. This summer was a time of renewing relationships with many family members close and extended, filling our house with memories. Likewise, special places visited become a cherished memory as the moment is shared with special people. We will never forget vacationing with our two youngest making wisecracks from the back seat. J's #1 and #2, wish you could have been with us!
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