Roots

I never thought I had them as we moved around a bit as a kid, but I always have and they’re always there.

Sometimes we know there are stepping stones. Ten years ago this month we adopted our dog from a shelter and have seen her through hard times. My husband is back where she was born to speak at a conference and that’s where I told her he’ll be, where we adopted our sweet, needy (that’s for you, K) girl.

Sometimes folks put down roots after high school or college but we were both stubborn and waited for the right one to come along. It took a while for both of us. Now we’ve been together over 12 years.

Places don’t matter. Home is where we are, and these are our roots. With a bit of knowledge and wisdom I am Dee thanks to my families and friends.

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