Tonight while the older children were off singing songs about Jesus and consuming more sugar at Bible School, Oliver and I had a rare chance to go for a walk alone. I have a pretty standard route around town. We are lucky enough to have a paved wooded trail near our home, and it is where I automatically go whenever I get my tennis shoes on. Tonight as the sun set and the town began to come alive with evening buzz, I decided to go a different route. For the last three days I've discovered completely new areas of our town - each area being uniquely cool and exquisite.
This is not where i saw myself 12 years ago when I was planning my wedding and graduating college.
NOT AT ALL.
But I love this little town. Even when I try my hardest to find its faults (which it has...) I am overcome with this sense of belonging and quirkiness that combine to make it sort of sickeningly magical.
I don't know if I'll always feel this way. I'm not sure when the claustrophobia will set in. But for now, I'm going to enjoy enjoying it.
Today I am thankful for the town I live in.
It's small. It's in the middle of nowhere. And it's mine.