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I'm celebrating my last 24 hours in a way.
After hitting a breaking point of tiredness, I ended up here:
This is the view from the backyard at my Mom and Dad's house.
It was just me. No husband. No kids. No Wireless access.
(Shhh. A moment for that. It's okay to smile.)
My Dad called it a sabbatical. This morning we spent the day shopping, "in town", where he told everyone who I was and that I was on "sabbatical."
Now, I didn't leave my grown up responsibilities for 2 months to a year. But for the last 24 hours:
My dad cooked 3 meals for me.
My mom and I shared a drink. (or two)
The three of us watched basketball.
I slept in the middle of a bed.
We shared coffee and more food.
My dad and I shopped.
We napped after lunch.
Then we watched a field get set on fire. Man I love farm life.
|My Dad. Checking out the burn. (The vehicle has firefighters in it.) Man I love this guy.|
|Fire coming closer to the truck. The burn was fascinating to watch.|
|One of the firefighters. See that torch he's holding?!?!? I watched him hold that thing up to his face while he lit a cigarette. What?!?!?!? I couldn't stop giggling at that one.|
|A cemetery on the property. I had never seen it before. None of the people buried here are relatives. The road used to be a stagecoach line.|
|This is also on the property. It used to be a stagecoach line that heads to the east and down the hill towards the little church.|
I celebrate the 24 hours of quiet. Man, did my soul need that. I celebrate learning more about my home and my family.