Walkersville is where we get away. It's where we visit family. It's where our son learns to be a country boy.
On our recent trip there I had a moment of clarity. These moments are rare, but I never forget them. It was a Saturday night, and the entire family (around 13 of us) had left the dining room to watch Kim walk around the front yard in a giant cardboard tube (it was hilarious). As we were in the front yard, neighbors came by, the kids started playing games, and the dog ran between everyone eagerly joining the various groups. The sun was setting, and I sat in a chair and watched it all happen. I wanted to get my phone and take some pictures, record some videos, and get everyone to pose for a group shot, but I didn't. I was happy to keep this memory locked up. I was afraid that if I recorded it, I would forget it. I don't want to forget the feeling of security and love I felt in that yard. I don't want to forget the happiness found in family.