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). 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.
