There were once 7 of us here.
Now there is 1.
Just little ol’ me out of a family of 7 that has stayed in my hometown.
First 1 moved away to college.
Then 5 left in one fell swoop a year after John and I got married.
And I’m still here. I love that I’m still here. I love that I could probably drive down our main streets with my eyes closed (no kids in the car.) I ride on my bike past our old house, talk to people who knew me when I wore leg warmers, pick my boys up from my old high school.
It makes me feel grounded and safe, but I think I could leave if He told me it was time. Until that happens, I stay.