Sometimes I wish my kids get to experience a childhood like I did. Growing up close to family, being close friends with their cousins. It continues to be a grieving experience living so far away from my idea of childhood. But what I love is that God always shows me how rich he’s blessing my kids when I might have a day when I just would love to go to our nieces or nephew’s school plays, games, drop by our parents’ houses, etc…
This is the childhood the Lord his blessing them with.
Zip lines. Rock climbing. Throwing rocks into the river.
Mountains are in our backdoor and my boys love to explore them. (I have learned to enjoy them more through sniffles and sneezes.)