I never thought of myself as a small-town girl. As a child, we usually lived in fairly rural areas. My parents loved the space, the quiet, the nature. It may have just been the rebel in me, but I was sure that when I grew up, I was not going to continue that. I was going to be a city girl.
But boy, after a year in a small town, I must say that it's grown on me.
And my boys are definitely small town boys.
We had to make a trip up to the larger city north of us to get Hubster's suit. It's not huge by any means, only 130,000 in populations. Despite that fact, my boys instantly became quiet and big-eyed. "Look at all the buildings." "Wow, there are so many cars!"
It's my vacation this week, so as you read this, my family and I will be on our way to Chicago. It's only a few hours away. But I'm pretty sure for this now small-town family, it will feel a world away.
We've got some busy days planned. Skyscrapers, museums, zoos, aquariums.
But the thing that I'm most excited for is to see my boys' faces when that skyline comes in view.