I Come From Home.

I'm going to try something new and link up with some other bloggers for what's being called "blogtember". If I stick with it, I'll have a different topic every day and it will be something other than pictures of Cameron all the time -- although I know we all love those! :) Today's Topic:  Where I Come From Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?
I come from strong women. I come from hard working men.  I come from great communicators. I come from lovers.  I come from friends. I come from faith and spiritual guidance. Most importantly I come from a family of believers, of laughter and of napkin throwing. My Great-Grandfather and Great-Grandmother started a family based on unity and love. They grew traditions and created bonds with their children that have held on tight through the years. Now years after they've passed, my own Grandparents have raised the bar in our family. There's a sense of pride in knowing what quirks come from who and how although we don't all look exactly the same, there's no denying that we are family. They say that "Home is where your story begins" so I'll say that I come from home: The smell of my Grandma's cooking, the way my Mom always walks me to my car and gives me the best hug when I leave, the laughter in my Grandfather's eyes as he pokes my back to make me sit taller or squeezes my knee in just the right place to make me jump a little.  The pureness of my sisters hearts as we confide in each other, the giggles of Cousins as they watch the "old folks" dance on New Year's Eve, the rally of family that comes together for big moments (and little ones too). I Come From Home.