It’s amazing how your perception changes as you age. I’ve gotten exponentially wiser every time I’ve turned another year over.

I grew up on a one-acre lot, hidden in the city-limits of Wichita, Kansas, ranch-style, one-story home where wild turkey’s roam, foxes run free, deer stare right at you, squirrels jump from tree to tree, birds sing for hours, raccoons come out at night and the green grass grows.

I took it for granted growing up, but now I can’t seem to get enough of Mom and Dad’s house.

It may be on the most peaceful places in all of Wichita to live. Our little piece of Heaven…