I grew up in a tiny Idaho town with two stoplights. We were there this last week and it was heavenly.
I love it there. It is such a change of pace from living in a busy city. I love the green trees and being able to actually see stars at night. I love small town celebrations and eating (and obsessing over getting more) funnel cakes with fresh berries,
and watching my kids scramble for candy at parades with old cars, firetrucks and horses.
Not to mention my cute Grandpa O and uncle Jeff with grandpa's team.
(Grandpa O. still to this day calls me "Meelee")
I love high school marching bands
and boating with the fam and waterskiing until my arms feel like they are going to fall off. I'm such a wimp in my old age. By the way, that is my nephew skiing, isn't he cute?
Every so often I need to drive down a country road with my windows rolled down, and get stuck behind a tractor or horses. And watch my kids run wild with their cousins in the same fields and camp in the same yard that I used to.
And laugh my head off with my family until 2am. That is my favorite.
I love the country. I love my family. Here's hoping that someday I won't have to miss them so darn much.
For more pictures (and many unflattering ones of me- thanks mom.) head over here to my mom's blog.
