It was just a bare mountain when we first saw it.
The hope of a home we could call our own,
A place our girls and their families could come to is what drew us sixteen miles out.
There are advantages to living a bit closer in ...
quick trips to the store,
family and friends dropping by,
It's a pretty cozy and modest place we live in.
But it's home and it's sixteen miles out.
The wind blows free and the clouds sit for long distances in the sky.
Sometimes I like to just sit and watch as they float on by, pushed by that breeze that seems never-ending this time of year.
I never really thought we'd leave that little home that sat on a hill under that huge oak.
But I do love it out here.
And I'm thankful for these four walls that surround us.
Keeping us comfortable no matter what season of the year.
It has become home.