Thick in the middle of discussion about Ray's next set of orders and what our future holds I find myself driving on roads with more nooks and crannies than the English muffin you ate for breakfast is a huge truck. I'm thinking about retirement and that same child that has a bloody nose from her allergies going haywire here is begging to move to a farm in Kentucky. I don't remember allergies like this even in Virginia.
This is where they learn to ride their bikes and share with cousins. The driveway is about two tenths of a mile. Why two tenths and not one fifth, I'll never know. It is also apparently the perfect distance to travel by tricycle. It's where my mother reminds me of her mother and my kids learn to love to fish as much as their Daddy does. It's where I can still walk into Wal-Mart and run into 15 people that I know and catch up on 16 years in a couple of minutes.
Let me not get too ever loving rosy. The kids are learning to share, not sharing. They are so tired by the end of the night, they get whiney and I get short with them if I'm not careful. There are Mosquitos the size of small airplanes. I constantly watch for snakes. The dogs... It's a good thing that Ray wasn't here to video the moment when a huge lab who is roughly the size of a small grizzly bear and still growing jumped on my head in an effort to lick me to death. His tongue went in one ear and I'm pretty sure he was trying to see if it would come out the other side.
Even with all of that we are having fun. I'll have pictures later. First...sleep...
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