Where the green grass grows

Tim McGraw said it best…

“Well I’m from a map dot
A stop sign on a black top
I caught the first bus I could hop from there
But all this glitter is gettin’ dark
There’s concrete growin’ in the city park
I don’t know who my neighbors are
And there’s bars on the corners and bars on my heart

I’m gonna live where the green grass grows
Watchin’ my corn pop up in rows
Every night be tucked in close to you
Raise our kids where the good Lord’s blessed
Point our rocking chairs towards the west
Plant our dreams where the peaceful river flows
Where the green grass grows”

After graduating, I left Bedford without looking back. I ran to the big city where everything (shopping, nightlife, culture, vegetarian meals) was at my fingertips. Little by little, the shine dulled, cracked, and then shattered. My heart and attitude hardened. The ambiance of life in the city no longer suited me.

So we moved out to the suburbs, started adopting pets for our little family, and then had two beautiful little boys to add to our brood. I started to find happiness again. The bars on my heart opened. My jaw didn’t hurt from clenching my teeth in anger and irritation every day.

Although we had to leave our suburban happiness, being in Bedford I’m still surrounded by green grass and fresh air. Not bars on windows, skyscrapers, and concrete parks. The boys are excited to play outside, to plant in the garden, to truly live.

When we get to Texas my husband already knows…I’m gonna live where the green grass grows.

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