The other evening my husband suggested we head over to my parents’ home to go for a walk. The evening was beautiful and Russ had a coconut cream pie (thanks to Costco) he wanted to share. We couldn’t get a hold of my mom and dad, but we decided to go for a walk anyway and hope they showed up.
We drove the mile or two and got out the kids’ bikes. I spent my entire childhood on this road. It is a quiet mile-long country road.
I can’t describe to you how sentimental this spot of earth is to me. It contains more memories and emotions than any other.
We now live at the base of the dark hill in the background. We wave at my parents (okay, they’d need binoculars…) across the field. 
It turns out my mom was trying to call us on her cell phone as soon as we had left. She was at the store picking up stuff for root beer floats and they wanted us to come over. Great minds think alike. We passed them on the road when they came home. Mom hopped out of the car to finish the walk with us:
Do you have a favorite spot on earth? I’m thrilled to live just a mile from mine. I visit my second favorite spot at least once a year. Blessed. Yep. That’s what I am.