Gettysburg
I'm in the shower, a hundred lists in my head, and you turn on Coldplay's Viva La Vida in the kitchen (only steps away in our small cottage). And I remember it was fall and we drove to Gettysburg and played that album over and over that day. The air was crisp and we were free. It was not perfect- we had no money and jobs we didn't like- and was that the time your car broke down? But we could drive and see and listen and then go home and sleep. Now we talk about how many eggs the hens laid and when we can sit down and apply for financial aid. And life weighs heavier and more real with our 4 boys. But maybe we can drive to Gettysburg soon.