Manley, Nebraska – I have sort of a surreal feeling this morning. It’s the last full day of being “home, home.” Home, home
…wondering where that phrase came from? It’s something the girls started years ago. When they talked about “home,” it was the trailer house. When they talked about “home, home,” it was Manley. It’s stuck. And what’s even more interesting…I hear other harvesters refer to their homes in the same way. That’s weird, but it works. Now you know.
I was laying in bed this morning trying to take in all the noise that Callie was creating. She was up early this morning getting ready to go to work – her “normal” routine. Normal is good. Even the most normal of activities should be appreciated and loved. You never know when that “normal” is going to change. And isn’t life all about change? Anyways…I wanted to just lay there and soak it all in because I know once we leave, it won’t be the same when we return. She’ll be back to school and the house will, once again, be quiet. I’ve enjoyed having her home so much. So much! Continue Reading