brave?

I didn’t feel brave the way most people commented when speaking about our current trip. Mostly I felt excited, sporadic, and light.  I felt close to my boys.  I felt observant.  I felt relaxed.  And of course, I felt so grateful to have been able to spend time with good old friends.

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And then there was the country music making me cry.  And swimming in the hotel pool with three little boys hugging my shoulders.  And watching the original Charlie and the chocolate factory until late, late.  Room service and good manners.  Helpful little gentlemen toting bags to and fro.  My heart was the size of grapefruit by the time I pulled into the state in which I have clearly observed the most bumper stickers and the greenest landscapes.  So yes, it is true.  The grass is greener here.

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