Georgia: Saying Goodbye

It was a long 17 days in the sense of being away from my better half. I missed him alot. ALOT. Even though we were able to talk on the phone and text back and forth it seemed like an eternity that I was away from him. Good thing for Facetime.

It was a VERY short 17 days in the sense of spending time with my family. I don't like goodbyes, and they surely don't ever get any easier. I will treasure the memories I've made these last 17 days for the rest of my life. People often ask me if I think we'll ever move to Georgia. I don't think we will. I've always seen myself living out west. BUT, that does not diminish my love for the south. I have a special place in my heart for Georgia, the place of my childhood. My oh so sweet childhood. When I think back on my growing up years living at WL Williams Road they are happy thoughts. Sometimes so happy they bring me to tears, for I was very fortunate to have a simple, easy going, richly blessed childhood. With parents who loved us with an exceptionally large (and often undeserved) amount of love. And a house full of sisters that I have become close friends with.

So every time I leave that driveway- the Ford Ranger infested driveway, the driveway I use to ride my bike up and down, the driveway we played basketball and around-the-world in, the driveway I'd park in after a long day of seminary, school, and soccer, the driveway we use to leave all our toys strewn upon, the driveway that leads up to the place I will always call home- every time I leave that driveway I send a prayer heaven ward full of thanks for all the good times I've had in my little southern childhood home.

 
Love, Aubrey