I came across a picture of my grandparent's house, and I can google and see my own house online that I grew up in, and can't help but wonder, will I create such a place for my kids? Will they have all of these memories in our own house that we want to build them? I spent many years running from the small town I grew up in, and can't help but think now, why did I want to rush getting out so fast? It's hard to be in a different town, unfamiliar faces, unfamiliar territory.
This life is going by so fast. I can't help but sit here, while Macey now sleeps up against me, and listen to Miranda Lambert's, The House that Built Me.
~Plans were drawn, and concrete poured, and nail by nail, and board by board; daddy gave life to momma's dream.
