A few days ago, when the weather was still nice, we took a hike along some marsh land. It was was one of the most beautiful hikes we have ever taken and only at mile 9 did my legs start to hurt...
See the hand on the right side of the picture? Yep, it is daughter's.
And can you see the farm house in the back? That was where we bought fresh baked apple pie and cappuccino made with milk by those cows. That was also the moment when daughter's eyes glazed over and she wispered: "Let's buy a farm house. Let's live here." And husband answered: "Maybe we should..."
At mile 10, just when my legs really started getting heavy and I was wondering how on earth I would get out of bed the next morning, (at 4am nontheless) put on my high heels and go to work, they started singing marching songs - very loudly and very cheerfully. And I kept on marching along.
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