Always bursting with love and never too tired to spin in 15 small circles to show me shes glad im home.
I grew up in Arizona. Which is not horrible. We have great weather! (that’s what everyone keeps saying) When I was growing up, we did things like play in the desert across the street from our apartment complex. Rollerblade around in the 110 degrees. Swimming, a lot of swimming. I remember not wearing shoes and running as fast as I could on the asphalt before my feet turned to dust. It was good times. Now let me tell you what I didn’t know. I didn’t know there were children across the country who were climbing big green trees. Running through the woods. Building snow men for the first time. Ice skating outside. Walking around in towns where they know who lives on their street. I have lived at my current address for 3 years. I know one of my neighbors only because hes our landlord. Why don’t we know our neighbors? Why don’t we wave to each other when we drive past? Why do i live somewhere, where no one holds the door for each other. No one lets you pass them on the highway or lets you in when you have been trying to turn out of MacDonald’s for 10 minutes. I want to live where the country music is loud. I want to live where I can build a porch swing that will be there until my children are grown. I want my husband to build us a fire, while I make homemade noodles. I want to raise my kids with seasons. Snow, rain, and leaves that change colors. I played in the snow for the first time when i was 21. I woke up that morning in Gettysburg with white gleaming through the windows. Waking up to snow outside is something we all need to experience. Trust me I know what your thinking. You like it all the way from Arizona, but wait until you have to shovel your car out of it before you can go to work. Do I want to shovel snow? Not really, I’m sure I will be not thrilled about that part. BUT I want the experience. I want to be one of you people who tells the city girl to dream elsewhere because the snow isn’t all its cracked up to be. I walked in a bagel shop in Virginia, everyone greeted me. The sheriff was sitting drinking coffee and talking about his day. People were having to make their tables bigger because everyone who walked in was a friend. The waitress asked me my name and said she hoped I stayed awhile. I’m just looking for a little bit of that.
