Tuesday, March 30, 2010
We live in the boonies. About 20 minutes from everything. Which I guess isn't exactly the boonies, but close enough.
For most of the time we have lived out here, I have loved it. The solitude. The privacy. The smell of cows. Ok, maybe not that part.
It has really been a great place to live. But ever since these girls have come, I have thought on more than a few occasions, couldn't we just live closer? When I first started back to work, I'm sure I trimmed that drive to at least 16 minutes (all legally, of course). I couldn't get home fast enough.
Every doctor's appointment, trip to the bank and formula run, we have to factor in a 20-minute drive. And when you're short on time and energy, 20 minutes can seem like an eternity.
But that mindset changed this weekend. As we went for a walk with the girls in the beautiful, albeit windy, weather, I saw this:
As I was looking at this picturesque country scene, I imagined two little girls riding their bikes up and down a gravel road, two little girls sitting under a tree reading books, two little girls catching fireflies with the stars shining above.
Maybe the boonies aren't so bad after all.
Posted by Katie at 11:20 AM