Great story.  Thanks for taking the time to share it.

Last fall we took our sons to the house where m’bride lived from 11 to…well…on and off during her college years.  No point in taking them to the house I grew up in, why spoil a good mood.  This memorable place, her youth, is the family home where she & I first partied together, where I began to fall hard for her beside her dad’s fire pit; …where I found out that she not only claimed she could play ping-pong…but actually could; where we walked the 4 acres back into the tree line to the stump on the water’s edge where I first kissed her by the river of enraptured creation…& wedded her within the music of my soul…although we were apart for the following year & a half:  Her back in her early childhood stomps of SoCal & me in Okinawa…followed by her in slightly more northern SoCal & me in Ohio/Indianapolis (an earnest long distance relationship that has garnered 20+ years of inspiration.)  …The boys…, they just looked at the house & fields and said……..cool.  Then we went to the toboggan runs a few miles up the road and they were much more enthused.  :o)  …Sounds like good memories, Kevin.             …cool.

I’ve never heard a weed whacker called a weed whip before.  lol… it’s a better name for it.  I can’t stand the weed [whacker] whip.  So I use the handy-dandy hedge clippers for most everything…yep.  

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