Tuesday, March 5, 2013

For the love of a small town

My love for small town living grows daily. Years ago, when I lived among the concrete jungle of Southern California, I dreamed of wide open spaces, with fresh air and open fields. I dreamed of a place where I could relax and enjoy God's creation, blanketed by the blue, open sky above. I had my dreams, nestled in my pocket and anchored over my heart, and I held on tightly to those dreams, always hoping one day they might come to fruition.

In honor of my love of this small town, I plan to take note weekly of my reasons why I love this place. I could sit and write them down all at once, but with work and my youngster in tow, there just isn't enough 'me' time to do it!

So in honor of AJ's first birthday that came and went, I would like to honor my wonderful neighbors.....their love for my family is one that I had not found until moving to this lil' ole' slice of Heaven. For AJ's birthday, they brought over their horses and baby goats, bringing the petting zoo to our homestead. The kiddos were able to ride horseback and bottled feed little day old goats, just their size.

 (A little cowboy in the making, my little man is well on his way to becoming a full-fledged cowboy.)

The sense of community and belonging is bar-none, one of best feelings in the entire world. We have friends here. There are people who care about us, and we care about them.

Nuthin' better than that.


Lauren H. Edmondson said...

I know exactly what you mean about having a true sense of community and family associated with a small town. We have those GOOD nosy neighbors, that worry when they see a car they don't recognize in your driveway in the middle of the day and call you, or are happy to wrangle your chocolate lab when she escapes the back yard fence. You're so right, nothing beats it.

Amy Valadez said...

You make me want to leave the "concrete jungle" :)