One day last week before leaving for work, I glanced out the back door and saw this little reminder of why I could never, ever live in a city again.
I am very thankful to live in the house I grew up in (before moving away to college and then to Northern Virginia [shudder]).
This wouldn't be possible if not for my parents, who gave me the property after they moved next door into my grandparents' house.
Now my children are able to experience the wonders of
discovering fiddler crabs in the garage growing up in a rural area with the water just a few steps from the house.
This week is Thanksgiving, and there is so much for which I am grateful, starting with this view and my parents.
p.s. I am also very, very, very, thankful for paid vacation days, one of which I am taking tomorrow to spend with my daughter, who is off from school this week.