Journaling reads: Watching my children help their great-grandma across this path flooded my mind with memories of my own youth. This was so much more than a path that connected to my aunt's house, it was a journey I took my entire life to spend the night with my cousins so I could go to Sunday School when we came for the weekend. It was access to Sunday dinners and carrying food over without spilling it. It meant running through the tall wheat and hoping I never saw a snake. It was my path to Love.
Date: Monday, October 2, 2006 GMT Views: 335