I received a box in the mail yesterday from my brother and sister-in-law and what was in it was something I wasn't expecting, but that completely overwhelmed me.
See, in April I got the heartbreaking news that my childhood home in Summit was torn down. It was so hard to see my home in ruins. I never thought they'd tear that house down, and I was hopeful that with every visit to South Dakota, I could go see the place that holds so many warm memories for me. But not everything lasts forever, and it's now torn down to the ground, and from what I understand another house sits in it's place.
Tony snuck out to the wreckage and grabbed me a piece of wood from our home. I opened the box and I started to sob uncontrollably. It means so much to me that my brother not only went out to get a piece of wood for himself, but that he thought of me, and sent it here.
I will forever treasure this piece of home. No place has ever felt as much like home as the farm house, though 1312 feels pretty close!
Thank you Tony, Seriously... I don't know that I will ever find the words to Thankyou enough!