After you.

Here is a picture from out at the farm house this weekend. I love being out there. The boys running in the fields, exploring new territory, chasing each other, touching the grass, and falling down while I enjoy the the sound of only their little voices and laughter. It's so peaceful.

But then I remember all the struggles we had while we lived there. Water that smells worse than any fart (times one million), a basement that flooded, ants galore, one tiny bathroom, and all the memories of the remodel. You could say it's a love/hate relationship. But now, mostly love. I miss our little house on the prairie (as Nathan's boss calls it).