I run through rows of corn taller than my twelve-year-old frame. The fuzzy, prickly stalks pull at my arms and legs and, occasionally slice like a paper cut into my skin. Somewhere, deep within the tidy rows, a bare circle of ground hides like an accidental fort…that magical spot where the tractor turned around and...
This is so beautifully written and resonates to my very core. As my girls grow and develop, I’m discovering that I have a strong desire for them to grow up in a house in the country so that they have room to run, explore, and be as loud as their lungs will allow.As I watch their eyes light up when they chase each other around our backyard,I feel so rewarded for the sacrifices that we made to make their simple, carefree childhood possible. I am so happy for what is in store for you, Kari! All of your efforts will be rewarded. Love you,my friend!
Oh, how I love your word pictures. When you write of your childhood, I think of Sara, Plain and Tall. I can hear the wind rustling through the field. You are giving your children memories in each daily routine. Don’t doubt that. Thank you for your precious words.
Thank you for these kind words!! You are always such an encouragement to me! 🖤