Let me preface this post with a little story from my younger days: Around late middle school/early high school I found myself to be a loner. Sure, like most, I had a close group of friends but I was perfectly happy sitting with a book, engulfing myself in some love story I wasn't sure I'd ever have. (Insert eye roll at the melodramatic nature of preteen girls in the 90's). I was that student who would get caught with the latest novel hanging half way out of my desk trying to read just one more chapter. I was the daughter who didn't care if I got grounded from the television, I had enough books in my room to occupy me for whatever duration of grounding I was sentenced. Then I started dating Kyle. He read one book in its entirely, HOLES. He'd rather listen to an audiotape than read. But I also hit that period where I would rather spend time with my boyfriend than read about an unrealistic love story. Then college hit and, seriously, no one had time for reading...
Join us as we travel and explore as a family!