Every year we return home to Michigan for the holidays.
Every year upon our return I whine and complain about the cold (“Now I remember why we moved to Virginia”).
Every year we cherish each moment spent with our families.
And every year we treck back to Virginia, looking back, wishing we had more time… More time with the people we love… More time to gaze at the beautiful landscapes…
At this point I don’t remember why we moved to Virginia. It seems I had forgotten… the cold isn’t so bad when you have loved ones to hug and views like these to look upon…