I fondly remember all the amazing opportunities that came my way at work and often reflect on some of the stories I did and people I met who changed my life. I miss being in the mission field in Georgia — the place, the people and the missionaries will always be on my mind and in my heart. And, now that our house is quiet, I often wistfully look back at the time when I was a younger mom — raising our four children and wishing I could go back to “the good old days” of early morning piano practicing, car pools, soccer and lacrosse games, recitals, plays and choir concerts.
Sometimes my husband teases me about living in the past. OK, I admit that I still listen to the radio station that plays hits from the 1960s and ’70s — because that’s the era when I grew up, and those songs remind me of special people and experiences. I loved attending school and still stay in touch with friends that date clear back to junior high (thanks to Facebook).
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