At Home in the Country...

I love the country. Plain and simple. When I'm in the country, I feel free, at-home, excited, and just plain happy.

I attribute this love for the country to my grandparents and week's spent at their house in the country. I grew up visiting them on their farm, riding horses, swimming in the pond, gathering eggs from the chickens, picking apples from the apple trees, and helping grandma in the kitchen. I love grandma's kitchen. I have so many memories of helping stir the corn on her old, giant iron stove. We'd make pigs in a blanket, toad-in-a-holes, and buttermilk pancakes in the mornings. Grandma & Grandpa's house=heaven on Earth to me.

It's no surprise that we chose to be married there. In a place full of wonderful memories, love, and beauty.. it was the perfect setting for such a special day.

I have a longing to raise our children in the country. I want them to experience life in a place full of God's beauty. I want them to be able to pull on their clothes in the morning and run out the door for days full of adventures. I want to sit under a willow tree with a glass of lemonaid and my husband at my side, just taking in the beauty of our surroundings.

Life is good in the country. And hopefully, we will find our life settles us in the country someday :)