Let's Move Together

12 Years can be measured... 4,384 Days 105,216 Hours 6,312,960 Minutes I can go on. That is how long it has been since I hugged the man who taught me how to be ME!  He taught me how to love, how to fight, how to apologize.  He taught me how to count, how to read and how to write.  In 12 years a lot can happen.  We have moved.  We have had birthdays, anniversaries, tragedies and triumphs.  Careers have changed.  Graduations have happened.  Others have passed away and new members have been born.  My family literally grew by the multiples (and I would do anything to be able to share the story with him).  My boys have grown up with simply stories of a man who would have been an amazing Granddaddy.  They have only stories and a few pictures of a man who loved them more than he loved me (and let me tell you THAT is something I did not think was possible).  Grief comes in waves and this I know and most days I really a...

I'll be home for Christmas.  It is a Christmas Carol that has always made me think of our service men and women who are protecting us and sacrificing their time at home for the country that they love.  It also makes me think about the everyday heroes who work their Christmases, the police, fire fighters, nurses and doctors.  This year while I still think about all of them I also think about a very special young woman. Growing up in Clay, AL I was able to get to know most of the people I grew up with pretty well.  It was still a small town.  I remember when the Houston family moved just down the street.  This sweet family  became neighbors, then friends and then family.  The natural progression of a relationship, the family that we choose.  I remember when they moved to Trussville and we have all remained close. This family is one that would do anything for anyone.  If they knew you needed a hand they would lend it and not think twice...

Well, I have not been writing for a while as I have been focused on my Real Estate career and I love what I do. I guess I needed inspiration to get back into writing and with the events that have transpired in my own backyard I found that inspiration. This is a thank you to my neighbors. I live in a great neighborhood in St. Clair County.  We are part of two great communities.  This neighborhood gets a bad wrap and that is unfortunate.  This is not about that bad wrap...this is about why it is truly not what it appears to be when you only listen to the negative.  Are things perfect?  Nope.  Are there questions that need to be answered?  Yep.  As a Realtor does this drive me insane?  Yep!  I am not writing about that though. Being part of a neighborhood means a lot of different things to different people.  Some people like the fact that there are people close to keep an eye out.  Some people like the fact that their childr...