We moved! We are back on the street I grew up on in Minnetonka (as soon as remodeling completes), so I wanted to share my thoughts...
We roll along on highway 7 west and the trees fill in the barren highway landscape. I get goosebumps as we pass Williston Road. You know that feeling when you are exactly where you are supposed to be?
We turn into the neighborhood and I flashback to wiffleball games. To nights spent playing kick the can. To friendships that have lasted a lifetime. To an unforgettable childhood.
We turn into the driveway and the goosebumps come back. Holden runs in through the front door onto the blank canvas. I close my eyes and see him sprinting in from time spent with neighbors, I see a baby learning to sit up and walk in the living room. I see sledding in the backyard and nights spent on the deck.
"If you are doing it for your kids, you can't go wrong," my dad said. They will run and jump, roam and play, learn and fail, all on the same dirt I did. Barefoot and free. The way they ought to be.
Feels good to be home.