During a rare, quiet moment yesterday, I stumbled this post. Taking the 90 seconds to read it will be a life-changing moment. That I can promise. So. Go. Leave Just-Precious (come back, though!) and read it. Please. You’ll be brought to tears, but they’re some of the most peaceful tears you’ve had in a long time.
Now that you’re back, I’m going to share my intended drive. Should I ever hire a driver to take me around one last time, I’d like to slow down and quietly look at the following (though, really, I hope to have my kids and the Huz with me):
- the home of my youth. I may even get out and walk around
- the home of my preschool years. I don’t have all the memories of this home that I do of my youth, but its a place that touched me
- Where the Huz and I met
- Our breakfast spot that morning (we ate breakfast after the bar closed because we wanted to keep talking. It was a 24 hour diner. Get your head out of the gutter. I didn’t shack-up with him that night first!)
- Our first date location
- My elementary school
- The school where I taught and he proposed
- The hospital where my kids were born
- The hospital where I visited 2 grandparents before they died
- Their houses
- My wedding location
- My best friend in elementary school’s house
Where would you go?
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