So long, city!
Husband and I have been a week's stay here.
Here, where?
Next paragraph.
Every 4th, we road trip to my family home and a house(s) full of nieces & nephews, brothers & sisters, aunts & uncles, parents & grandparents.
This week of the summer fires on my "looking forward to things" gene so crazily that I think husband decides that even though he loves me a lot, maybe he doesn't want to clone me after all.
This year we had a wedding, a family reunion, and a 60th wedding anniversary, all topped off by the 4th of July.
This is what I love about my family. Go big or go home.
Except the "or" doesn't make sense.
Go big. Go home.
Now that makes sense where I come from.
This is my land of the free and home of the brave.
1 comment:
Um I need to come stay at your house. Like, 3 years ago I need to come stay at your house. Dreamy.
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