Growing up, I always lived in a track community. I had a little backyard with a swing set and a playhouse. A pool was a luxury. I rode my bike around my cul-de-sac. My best friend lived two doors up and we’d shout from our drive ways asking if the other could play. The neighbors were family. And to me, I had the whole world.
Living on 3 acres behind gates on a ranch style home is different. So awesome, but different. Sometimes when I’m sitting outside watching Landyn play, I’ll imagine myself as a kid doing life here. How might things be different? Might my imagination have been more wild? Might I had become more self sufficient? A little tougher? Would I have had to work a little harder to meet neighborhood friends? Would I be the same “me” I am today? I watch Landyn as she finds her groove here and think about all the memories she has ahead. The house where she rode a two wheeler for the first time. Where she fell and scrapped too many knees to count and climbed her first tree. Where she had birthday parties and her first sleepover. Where she had that family dynamic for the first time in her little life. As parents we dream big for our littles and want to give them every avenue of opportunity possible. I tell Josh all the time, “how lucky she is…how lucky WE are”.
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