One of my absolute favorite things in life are these trees and how breathtakingly beautiful they are.
However, more important than their beauty is the appreciation behind them.
With Gods grace, my mother and father planted these trees with a vision that would take years to harvest.
When these trees were young, weak, and frail - it was my parents labor, support, and nurturing that made them grow.
When these trees became strong and independent - it was my parents discipline and love that allowed them to develop and mature.
Much in the same way these trees were cultivated and tended to, so were my siblings and I.
Years will go by and seasons will change, but regardless of where the leaves will fall and dance away to in the wind, our roots will always be at home.
// The most beautiful lane in the world is the one that leads me home.
