It was 80 degrees out and I sat on my new home’s front porch finding a moment of peace. It’s interesting how I fear change and the unknown, thinking nothing could be as good as what I know already. But I take a leap of faith, face the challenge, make the change and discover that it feels just as right after as it did before (if not better) because I still have what truly matters the most—my family. Home is not an addresss, it’s my husband and my boys--wherever we may be.
Where I can see sweet scenes like this. A patient daddy riding nice and slow so his son can keep up on his tricycle.
Even letting him race ahead.