Six Years

In six years a lot can happen.

Your kids can grow up to be seven and eight years old.

Your husband can learn how to garden in Texas.

You can learn how to cook and use the goods from the garden.

Your kids can learn the art of teasing and pushing each other's buttons.

You can start running for the first time in your life.

Your husband can get a lot of training - enough to be qualified for a job.

You can learn how to get by without a Target down the street for four years.

You can watch your children's personalities evolve.

Your husband can develop a love of hunting and eating his prey.

You can find the best doctors, schools, teachers, stores, plumbers, electricians and handymans in town.

Your kids can learn that life is hard and that life is not fair...and that's okay.

You can endure the pain of loss after loss, only to be rewarded with incredible joy when a new little spirit seamlessly joins your family.

You can embrace opportunities to serve and love those who surround you.

You can accept the service of love and others when life weighs heavy on you.

Your delicate, dainty seven year old can learn to make farting noises with her hand and the back of her knee.

Your eight year old can learn how to read faster than you can.

You can discover cool local places to eat like Schoepfs Barbecue, Taco Jalisco, Nami, and a yummy Thai place in Harker Heights.

You can experience the satisfaction that comes from living within your means when the budget is tight.

You can realize that some things that seem like sacrifices actually turn out to be blessings.

You can find yourself settling into a place far from home, yet it becomes a second home that's as dear to you as the first.

You can make friends that feel as close as family and who wind their way around your heart so tight that it physically hurts to break away.

Today there's a hole in my heart that's in the shape of Texas.