the farm. Today, my great uncle tells me, they expect only a few people for dinner. In family parlance, that means less than twenty. There might not be fifty relatives* showing up, but I know there will be lots of good food, kids and dogs running around, jokes laughed over, and stories retold. Afterwards, my aunts will send everyone home with leftovers and big hugs.
There's a song by Mary Chapin Carpenter that reminds me of the road we take to get there and home again. Here's the video:
*Fifty people equals a crowd, one hundred, a large crowd.
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