A morning in the middle of nowhere

It's a bitter cold  morning here in Wakefield, Kansas. We are parked on my daughters 3 acre property, deep in the countryside.

 I am watching the sun slowly rise in the distance. The neighbors cows have been mooing in symphony for hours already. What a concert! This morning I have not heard the usual eary howling of the coyotes in the nearby fields. Instead the rooster is announcing the new start of a day.

Today is November 2nd 2019. I am happy that I get to spend my soon-to-be birthday with my children. What a great gift in itself. The biggest miracle is yet to arrive any day now: We are awaiting the birth of our grandbaby
Finley Joseph.

Our arrival here in Kansas last Saturday marks the 13th destination since we started our life in our tiny home 11 weeks earlier.

3936 miles later!

O'Malley and Peanut,  our puppies, now have the newfound freedom of running around with their cousins all day. A German Shepherd, Boxer and Mutt. 

Every destination changes our lifes for a while. It means  creating a day with plenty of exercise for our little doggy bundles of energy.

(The boys: Exhausted from a long day of playing)

Figuring out what this new place has to offer for entertainment,  grocery stores, the best place to fuel up on diesel and exploring the nearest sights.

It means researching and adjusting.  Google is our best friend. It tells us the facts about each city we are visiting. The zest to life is in growing,  learning, becoming more than what we were yesterday. 

Joe and I agree that we are grateful for having taken on this new challenge to grow. 

We are eager to see where this journey will take us and what awaits us, big and small......