The House That Built Me
Good morning, my Lovelies! How are you? How's life? I hope things are well and that good fortune has looked favorably upon you. I woke bright and early this morning so that I could share with you before the rest of the house woke up. Once they're awake? Complete chaos and I have trouble getting my thoughts together. I apologize in advance, but this is going to be a long one. You see, I'm in Kentucky visiting my parents and there are six of us crammed into a tiny, two-bedroom apartment. So, yes, I'm grateful to be here, grateful for a break from work and my normal day-to-day, grateful for time with my elderly parents, but...chaos, all the same. I wasn't entirely sure how I was going to say all I wanted to say during this particular blog. I told you last week that my hometown was destroyed by a tornado. So let me share my experience with you. The drive from my home to my parents' front door is 908 miles. As we came off the Interstate around midnight you could see ...
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