I’ve been trying to think of the words for this post, but no words are enough. As a mother the images and videos I see are worse and worse every day. 

This month has hit very close to home for our family. My husbands grandfather left his land in Palestine to Jordan and he like many many others are never able to return to their homeland. 

My hope is to keep the culture alive through stories, and through food. I never want my daughter to grow up and now know where her great grandfather came from. I want to see the day when we can visit the land again. 
What I’m doing will never be enough in my heart, but it’s as much as I can do right now.