For the last 35 years, I have lived in South Carolina with my husband and sons. All the rest of our family live in Alabama. So for all those years, we traveled at least twice a year to visit family during different holidays. Each time we enjoyed our families but felt like something was missing...our home. So last spring, after all those years, my DH and I bought a "homeplace" in Alabama. We found a house that we loved and wanted to work on and spend our holidays. A home for our family to love.
I call it our homeplace even though we have owned it only seven months and only lived in it about five weeks in the summer. We are going to the "homeplace" during Christmas and I can't wait.
I started thinking about the word "homeplace" today. I looked the word up in the dictionary and it means "a family home" or "birth place". So I started thinking about my real "homeplace" which is in Grand Prairie, Texas. I'm not really from Alabama at all, that is just where my dad, brothers, aunts, uncles and cousins live.
So I bought a new "homeplace" in Alabama to start new family traditions. This new "homeplace" is 102 years old. I love my blue cottage and love my job in SC, but I hear the whisper "time is short". And I wake up every morning knowing that we all need to cherish the time we have with each other. A "homeplace" can be anywhere, but the place it will always be is in your heart.