Christmas Canvas

When I moved to Colorado, my (second) cousin Julia gave me a picture of the house that my grandpa and her grandma grew up in together. It's a shabby little house in Mississippi and the picture always generates questions from visitors, but I love it because it's where this man that meant (means) so much to me became a strong, God-fearing person.

That's why Nathan's Christmas gift was the sweetest, most thoughtful gift ever. He got the picture scanned in from my mom, and had it blown up on canvas.  We put it on the barn board in our bedroom. 

After we had hung it up and were admiring it, we both thought of the same saying: "You can't know where you're going until you know where you've come from."