Last night my family and I drove over the Perquimans bridge again. It was dark and I couldn’t see anything as I looked out the window. But, that’s okay, I still remember.

The last time I drove over this bridge was 18 months ago. I was heading back to our house and my husband was in a moving truck a few minutes behind me. We had a long day ahead of us. It was the day we would pack up 12 years worth of living into a twenty something foot long truck and move it all down to Georgia. I remember posting on Facebook around that time how I had traveled over this one bridge at least 7000 times in my life.  I witnessed a few pretty skies too.

I’m looking forward to giving thanks with some great friends this week.

2012-10-31 07.23.31





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