This is a story about making a visit home.
The barn never seems to change. It was falling down when we moved to the farm, and it still stands - peeling, lopsided, uncertain - more than two decades later.
Tow-headed nephews, however, are never the same - this one is growing up so fast it makes my head spin and my heart ache... mainly because I don't get to see him enough.
This is ground I've walked on hundreds of times before, but I glimpse a new vista each time.