Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.

Not sure what we'll be getting up to this weekend. My big brother flies in tonight, only here until Sunday afternoon. We haven't seen him since September 2009.

This is he with a tiny Zoe at Whaingaroa/Raglan in 2007.

We're going to make pizza (it's a culturally significant food in our family) and drink wine and hang out.

Here's the whanau at Pauaeke, again in 2007.

What? The blog is called thoughts on the things we hold dear.

Whanau. Family.

Doesn't get much better than that.

"Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in." Robert Frost.