As mentioned in my last post, heart > logic.
I made a trip quick with tired kids, which sounds awful, but let me tell you why, Logic.
After living almost 15 years in one state, 4 in another, 6 in a different one, and 5 in another, there is one place that has remained a constant: Grandma’s house.
I LOVE my Grandma’s house. It’s the sound of a screen door. It’s loud noise from lots of cousins. It’s small town familiarity.
It’s a fawn in the summer.
They say home is where the heart is, and my heart is always anchored by a doughnut box.
I had to get to Grandma’s house, and I’m so glad that I did.
The heart is always, always wiser than the brain.