Someone must have decided that I need to spend a little more time praying.
A few years ago, we started this madness with the simple purchase of a small dirt bike.
And then there were two.
And after a short 5 hour father-son trip yesterday....now there are three.
I go back and forth between wondering what kind of mother would freely give her blessing for this.........and wondering when I can get one of my own so I can ride with them.
Ten-and-a-half years ago, my husband and I decided it was time to move. I thought I was more of a city girl. Scratch that. The biggest "city" I have ever lived in had a population of 14,000 people. I was more of a town girl. You know...neighbors, paved roads, sidewalks...somewhere you could have your windows open without having to dust every day.
My husband grew up in the country. He really wanted his kids to grow up in the country. When a family member offered us a few acres of land for an extremely low price, we couldn't pass it up.
Sometimes, it drives me a little bit crazy. However, most of the time, I am very, very thankful.
As long as they all come home in one piece.
