I have desperately been missing my Montana homestead. Both of my parents grew up in Montana, I was born there, but when I was just a little tyke we moved away. Growing up I spent every summer heading back West; working the garden with Grandpa, cooking with Grandma, driving feed trucks at 8 years old, climbing grain elevators, adventures on the gator and so much more. Sometimes it seems we take those precious moments for granted, what a wonderful childhood! I am thankful for the incredible family I have been blessed with and all the wonderful adventures we have been on together. Sounds like I need to start looking for a flight...my weekly Sunday chats with Grandpa Ray just aren't enough. It's time for a visit.
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