It is my dream one day for Andrew and I to live in an old southern farmhouse.
With a screened-in porch.
On many many acres.
With larger than life oaks.
Filled with laughter of children.
And a pond for Jack.
And a tire swing for the kids.
Where you wouldn't have to worry about your kids crossing the street. Because there would be no cars for miles.
Your days would be filled with frying something up in the kitchen. And making lemonade. Swimming in the pond. Rocking a baby.
Nights would be spent playing board games, not watching TV.
We'd grown old here. Our grandkids could some stay in the summertime. We'd churn ice cream and play in the sprinklers.
Dreaming....one day this will be truth.
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