You know that verse from May We All by Florida Georgia Line, “May we all get to grow up in a red, white and blue little town…” Nothing has ever resonated with me as much as that line; especially when I get to go home.
This past Saturday, Zach, myself and our pups packed up and headed home. We went knowing that we would have to stay a safe distance of 6 feet from the ones we loved the most, but nonetheless, we went anyway.
I’ve never felt so happy and sad all the same. So, so happy that I was on my way back home to the slow paced traffic, fields being plowed, and streets I could drive with my eyes closed (preferably Dykes street). But sad because I couldn’t hold onto my momma and daddy super tight (because I haven’t seen them since January), or run up to my maw-maw’s front door and give her a big hug. So. Many. Emotions.
But there was also an overwhelming familiarity and peace that came over my soul to drive into that tiny little town with my husband and our two pups, knowing that our roots were still planted there.