I have a tendency to complain too much, so I'm always telling myself that. Case in point: Living in Wichita.
I'm kind of obsessed with our families. Can somebody say momma's girl? We have lived in Ta-town for three years and sometimes I wish so badly that we lived in KC and could see them on a weekly basis. Even if I see them once a month, that's only 12 times a year...that's not enough!!
Perspective, perspective, perspective. We almost moved to Kentucky. And Arizona. And North Dakota. North Dakota?!!! Does anyone live there?
So really, a three hour drive isn't much...at all. And we have come to love Wichita...or love the people of Wichita. And our church. People make the place. I know this to be true.
All of this to say, we make that three hour drive A LOT. We have drove up and back in a day more than a handful of times this year. This past week, we headed north for a Christmas celebration with my dad's side of the family.
|On the road. Stretching out his "tightness." Who does this?!|
|My cutie cousin and aunt. Grandma's on the right.|
|Al and her boyyy.|
|The whole gang.|
|Dad and his sister and my cousins.|
I think I'll always have a desire to live minutes from my fam.
But I'm going to take my perspective and be content and know that God has placed Bryan and I here at this time for his purpose.
Cheers to the faithful Corolla and I-35 Northbound.