Home is a time capsule. A home is filled with memories and moments you cherish forever. Libby remembers back on some precious moments growing up in her childhood home.
“I grew up on a 4 acre wooded lot down a dirt road outside of Raleigh, NC. I spent a lot of time perched in a huge magnolia tree in our front yard. When I wasn’t up in a tree, I rode four wheelers, got lost in the woods trying to follow the creek, and built forts out of downed limbs. I never wore shoes! When I picture our home growing up I see my dad in his big garden in the backyard with a hoe in hand and my mom in the kitchen, steam rushing out of a pot that she was blanching whatever produce she was freezing or canning from the garden. My fondest memories are of sitting at the dinner table with my family and listening to Daddy tell us about the all interesting people he met during his work day. All of that probably sounds very romanticized, but I count myself blessed to have such a rich childhood home life.”
