. . . is that one day you have a lovely friend ask if you wouldn't mind driving her to the town you grew up in and share the memories of what it felt like to be a kid there.
After many months (years) (possibly decades) of trying to arrange this little day trip, Lisa B. and I finally headed south to Provo where we discussed The Edgemont Years in which I rode bikes and ran through foothills covered in long burnt grass. She listened to me with every bit of herself. And then she told me growing up stories, too.
Sweetness.
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Nice.
Lots of pictures over on my blog. I will forever treasure this day.
I'm so happy you had this day together.
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