Have I told you that I grew up with chickens and beautiful fresh eggs?
Way back then it wasn't necessarily trendy like it is today, but we still did it.
My parents would never be classified as trendy kind of people.
For goodness sake...my sweet dad still wears the darkest of dark blue jeans with a crease.
What are the chances that he's reading this, since it's on a computer?
But if he is....
Dad, I mean that part about your darkest dark blue jeans in the very nicest way!
I never appreciated the upbringing that they gave me until I was long gone from their house.
Looking back, it was good to have to work in the garden and do all of the yard work and fetch the eggs.
I hated every minute of it while I was doing it, but oh the lessons I learned.
I spent most of my twenties trying to run from the inner farmgirl that lives in me.
My entire thirties have been spent thanking God for all that my parents taught me.
Pretty much what I'm trying to say is...
I'm not gonna rest until I have some chickens and fresh eggs in my yard!