sleepy eyes watch sleepy mountains blur past my window. this road is long. everytime this little girl sees a horse beside the road she wakes up for a little bit, other then that shes pretty sleepy.
daddy buys me kombucha & popcorn.
the night comes & we stop at heartland, a nice motel in the town of wheat land.
all to soon the night is over.
& now we are driving once again.
if u have swift eyes u can catch that sign. it says loveland. & soon after that one, denver. this is the heart of colerado. this is close to the hearts of some of the best people. & as we speed along this road, i watch, through the blur of excited tears, many big buildings. the outlets me & tanjo had so fun in. the airport where i always hug my neigh hello & goodbye. & now my big sister. the city that holds so many memories. so many tears. happy & sad.
& this whole canvas is framed with these Colorado mountains.
tonight i get to see jyl. jyl full of joy.
that makes me smile.
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so many long hours.
hours of boredom.
hours of stuffing dried mangos into your head NOT because you are hungry but because you are bored stiff.
but suddenly the future is our present.
& we arrive at this place called wichita.
the kansas sun is taking my breath away.
sinking slow behind rolling hills & so many trees. obviously we came to the beautiful part of kansas.
i wish you were watching this sunset with me.
friends with such big smiles.
mikichair & jyl that i love.
bright city lights & bonfires.
the lightning flashes & the rain pours.
the fire sizzles.
this warm air. sandles on my feet.
Jesus in my heart.
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a late evening that was.
s'mores around the fire with so much laughing. happy times.
finally i am in this warm bed @ 1:35.
sleep tighter then me, i love u ♡
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eat yogurt. we did. a fabric store with so many mennonites that i blushed the whole time.
a long dirt road. sheltered with trees bowing over protecting us from the breeze.
old stone castles reaching for the clouds & we run holding hands our smiles big. these girls that love the sky with me. free hearts and open spaces stretching across the wide land. roads snaking over the horizon, leading to unknown.
lindsborg & cobble stone streets. i love these coffee shops. & i love this sun.
& i love this carmal macchiaki.
so we sit here. & we breathe in the warm air.
& we hope we're getting color on our legs.
& we're happy. genuinely happy. content.
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the big white church looms high above us,
red carpet beneath bare feet.
the organ glistening silver.
gladness in gallery's.
touching the leather books.
wanting the pottery.
these moments that will make memories, & the memory's bring back you.
we cover our mouths & dream, staring up at the houses that hold stories we will never hear.
the music soft along the cobblestone sidewalk.
we are living like we love. and we do.
📷
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sugar cookies.
long walks in the mud.
squishing between our toes.
tiny creeks and dried flowers.
puppies.
lamas.
& then there's car rides. & volleyball games.
& the adrenaline of the moon filters through the trees. making us shaky. & hungry. of course.
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we sleep in. yum egg burritos.
a drive to the town.
funny times in walmart.
& now we bask in the sun.
squinty eyes and fresh freckles.
again the sunset captures me.
a supper at anthony & shays.
And then the jeep.
mud splatters white paint, guns shoot bullets & nervous bunny's scuttle for thier dens. the moon comes up slow reminding that we need to go home. the mud too tempting, the trees hanging over & the adrenaline too high.
we acsidently get stuck.
so. many. memories.
a late night. a late morning.
i climbed sleepy out of bed at 11:30.
that's just a little too late.
YUM BLTS's for breakfast slash lunch.
& then we sparkle this house up.
prepared for company.
the rain pours, mud flying behind eager tires.
the last week has been my heart.
full of funny friends & ya. friends.
& driving away from your happy farm,
i will miss it. & you. so much.
nostalgia, it's your turn.
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