Liv, Jude, and I traveled back to the small town and home I grew up in. It's only about an hour and a half north. What is it about going home? It melts me right back in time, to a time when all was right with the world. The ceilings seems a bit lower and the rooms a bit smaller. But the feelings when I drive into town, and when I step in the door are all the same. So easy to exhale and savor every little thing.
First we stop at the rest area, a pit stop I've been at no less that 17, 508 times.
And the view still is amazing.
Then up the mountian, out of the desert, and home.
There's an apple tree in the front yard. Yes, it was a perfect childhood.
And my mom and I went down town for lunch, then icecream at the town square.
Then back home for some plain ol' fun on the swing set.
Going home, even just for the day, rejuvenates me for a long while.
Bliss I tell you.