Paris

A view from the car a few miles from home

Cute little Howard threw rocks in the river until we drug him back to the car

A few of my favorite nieces

Definitely my favorite husband

Going back to Paris never seems to disappoint.

There's something about that slow town that draws you back.

I loved growing up in the small town,

But after I graduated I took a big break and didn't come home too much.

But now I just wish I could get there more.

In Paris there is 1 main road and 2 wards

[two groups meeting at different times for church services]

We have 1 gas station and a million cows

There are 2 paved roads [highway running through and my street]

And acres and acres of farmland.

Everyone one you pass on foot, on 4wheeler, on horse, on tractor, or car waves at you.

When I mow my lawn ever car that drives by waves.

At night the Milky Way lights up the sky

[I thought that happened everywhere, until I moved]

And my favorite brick house smells like family.

I hope someday to bring my kids back to Paris and spend all summer there relaxing in peace

My hometown Paris

I love going home to visit.

It feels like forever since I've lived there as the crazy tom-boy girl with zero worries who didn't have a clue who Louis Vuitton was, who had never owned a pair of heels, and who could beat up any girl and most boys. Wow have things changed.

Sometimes I'm sad they have.

But I can always count on Paris staying the same.

This is my lovely lovely home.

You can't tell but it's the

Yellow brick house of happiness!