It has become a yearly family Starlite tradition to build an Inukshuk. This little hobby started when we moved out East, and came across these little guys along the Trans Canada. Growing up Canadian, this is not a new sight, I mean most of us have seen these somewhere in our adventures. And if you haven't noticed them since the Vancouver Olympics, you've essentially been living under a rock. Pun intended.
In Ontario, however, these seemed to pop up more and more the closer we got to Ottawa.
At one point we found ourselves in North Bay, on a tiny little beach and the sun was setting. My Manstar decided he was going build an Inukshuk. This little stone statue was a poignant mark in our journey as little arms stretched from east to west... from one home to the next. Every year since, he's built one, marking another step on our adventure.
It was a pleasant surprise when I came home one day to find the above StoneMan in my front yard. The message within the gift let me know that this is home. My home. Our home. A home in which you are welcome.
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Love and Light,
Amanda
Do you have a family tradition? What makes your house a home?
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