This summer marks a year having passed since my family moved away from Michigan and headed back to the South.
My dewy face is courtesy of this Carolina heat. And my sudden desire to write again is courtesy of hours spent researching ancestry for months. Being amongst the land, graves, and history that is so familiar to my family has given me such joy.
Being faced with the reality that it’s only a few generations before our stories are lost has made me ache to remember it all. Even the ordinary, because with the passage of time, everything becomes precious.