My sweet home of 11300. Yes, I love it in Norman, but nothing compares to my home in Yukon. No matter how far or long I go, it will always be there waiting for me to return. Inside is the most loving family that celebrates every time I come back. It holds my greatest of memories, from every holiday to the small days in between. It is where I grew up – my crib turned into a bed, the spare room now is my brotherās, and the two car garage is soon to hold four. We have all grown old in it, yet it remains the same. I’m so thankful for the many yummy meals that home has given me. I’m so thankful for the comfy bed that keeps me warm and lets me sleep. Iām so thankful for the open arms of my parents, who are always there, no matter what.
I am a sucker for beautiful skies. The front yard is where the most beautiful sunsets are painted by our Creator. They remind me of the beauty of our Earth and how powerful God is. So thankful for the many reminders the Oklahoma skies bring, and for the amazing artist we get to call our Father.
