I'll tell you that I love my big red, when it's working. That car, and all cars, are generally no fun. But this guy is always fun so I'll deal with the inconvenience to see his face.
A getaway to Columbia left my vehicle smoking but me beaming. A little peak into someone's new life...
though it never feels like we've been seperated. He seems so grown up when I seem him now, but that little voice that calls out my name and grabs my hand to come play always makes me smile.
Coming back home and gearing up for another long trip - and coming home again- means new perspective, fresh ideas, and reevaluation. Decisions make me nervous. That's ok. As long as I'm moving.
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