I love my little house looking out over the mountain. I love having my own little fenced in yard. I love being in a small town that still has a decent grocery store. I love being near a larger town where most things are available.
I love having my family upstairs, knowing the footsteps I hear are those of people I love. I can tell by the sound who it is. Being able to watch my grandson grow up with so much love and attention is a blessing beyond comprehension. I do not worry about him at all. Both his mother and his father are totally devoted to him in every way.
I love the fact that we can be our own people and still be conscious of each others needs. It is a sweet civilized way to live. Our occasional lack of communication is simply that. One that can be easily rectified by talking to the correct person next time and not depending on any go betweens.
It is a sane, plain, honest way to live. I love living here.
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