This week my family and I are in Sand Springs, OK. Sand Springs is the town my wife and I grew up in. We attended school here, played soccer games, roller skated, went to Homecoming parades, and generally lived the life that a normal kid in Sand Springs lives. It will always be ‘Home’ for us, and when we come home we often say that “We are going home.” I’ve not lived in Sand Springs for 13 years, but it’s home. Know what I mean?
Well anyways, my 4 year old Dylan was quizzing me Friday night about where we would be going for Thanksgiving. I told him that “We are going home.” And he looked at me so confused, and said, “Daddy, we’re already home. Where are we going for Thanksgiving?”
I guess Sand Springs will always be a form of Home, but really Home is where the heart is. Now that goofy plaque people have in their entryways and kitchens makes perfect sense to me.