Country Living

Sometimes I am reminded of how lucky I am to be able to raise my children in the country. On Sunday, the twins and I went over to my dad's house. We took their riding toys (Barbie jeep and John Deere tractor) and let them go. As I followed them down the road toward the pond, I was struck at just how precious this moment is. Here are my children playing on the same land that I played on as a child. As we got closer to the pond, I had flashes of my childhood. I thought about how many times my grandfather and I had gone fishing or looked for deer and turkeys. I can't tell you how many times I "counted cows" with Papaw. I learned to drive in that very same field. I took so many walks collecting flowers, rocks, and anything else that I thought was neat at the time. So many precious memories! Now it is my children who are "growing up on the land." I am fully aware of just how lucky I am. So many memories to make - so little time. Country living may not be for everybody, but it is certainly for us.