I’m at the point in my life that I can choose to move if I want to. I no longer have a job that requires me to show up at a particular place at a particular time (unless 24/7/365 counts). I will admit there were days this winter that I woke up to gray skies and bitter cold winds with ice on the ground asking myself why in the world I stay in Indiana. I would think about how it might feel to watch a grand sunset over the ocean at night in December or how fabulous it would be to admire desert cactus from my bedroom window in January. And while I will readily admit those things are extraordinarily amazing, there is nothing more beautiful in my eyes than this little girl.
Ain’t no sunshine or warm climate that could warm my heart like my son and granddaughter can.