I love my heritage. We had a family reunion this weekend in Neola, Utah. This town is probably one of the most beautiful, peaceful places on the earth (I'm nostalgic, I admit) . Some of my relatives from California, whom I love dearly, came, so it was well worth the trip out to the basin just for that. 
A bit about my mom's parents: My Grandma Toni and Grandpa Roy are some of the most unconditionally loving people in the world. Every time I drive back into Neola, I have fond memories of staying at their house, grandma's beautiful gardens and flowers, and her mad skills (quilting, sewing, cooking, gardening, canning, home repair... and she does a pretty wicked job on drywall too). But mostly I just remember feeling loved... Unconditionally..
Regardless of what life brought...
Without fail.
I hope someday my future generations can say the same about me. That is a legacy of love I would love to pass on.
