A few weeks ago, my husband and I took a small road trip. Our destination: the wedding of a dear friend. Eager for our time alone, we purposed to relish the car ride without two kids strapped in car seats fighting, crying, and playing as loudly as their hearts desired. So on the way back, we whimsically veered onto a highway that drove right past our old house: the one we lived in at the birth of our daughter. And on this familiar route, we reminisced and laughed hard together.
You see, that house was half an hour away from any town…way out in its own little eighty home suburbia with nothing else but ranches, sprawling acres, and those living the country life…
I’m sharing at my friend Mary Beth’s over at New Life Steward.
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