October 07, 2013


A memory that reoccurs over and over is my mom putting us in the gold car and taking the gravel roads near our house {for something to do}and stopping to pick crab apples along the way. I remember my first bite - the tartest apple I've ever had - and the excitement that these trees were everywhere and I could pick them! I remember the air on my face and in my lungs as I hung out the window. Such a simple memory and such a good life.

I've been all around the world
Marching to the beat of a different 
But just lately I have 
The best is yet to come. 
Someone like you.
Someone Like You ~ Van Morrison

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