When I look at this selfie I see the new blue shirt that I bought (it's pretty cute...and reversible!). I wore that shirt to participate in the usual Sunday morning happenings: breakfast, some shopping, and Starbucks. Sunday is the perfect day for early morning adventuring. Many in my hometown are either still sleeping, or they are reading themselves for church.
I also see the weird blue brick of the house I've lived in for the past five years (and was a nomad to and from this house for two years before that).
This house is the house that I fell in love with the idea of having a dog (because of Thor) and got my first dog (Bronson). This is the house that I went to when I ran over a cat (and drove weeping the entire way). It's the place I went when my grandmother died.
This is the house of backyard, portable grill s'mores, deer meat hamburgers, and a hand-me-down patio swing.
This is the house of DIY renovation projects, microwaves ramen dinners, and LOTR marathons. It's the place of family history discoveries, laughter, frustration, and love. It's all of these things, the day to day, that make a house a home. And that's what I see when I look at this picture.
I love family history and the various ways that it can be approached by researchers! I hope that this blog is interesting and inspiring!