The place we choose to live and what we choose to make it, reflect on who we are.
If you want to know and understand Ava and her family, walk the halls of their beautiful home.
I did. And I thought you would like it.
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THE PICKET FENCE FAMILY
It was earlier than I wake most mornings - somewhere in the five o clocks. I was prepping for a drive three hours south and I knew I’d be gone the whole day. I’d be seeing a place I’d never been and meeting people I had never known.
Kesh stirred just five minutes before I had to leave and sleepily asked if I wanted her to come. I don’t know how, in that sleepy state, she knew that I wanted her with me that day but I’m grateful she did.
We loaded Troop in the car and headed South.
As soon as we pulled into Ava’s street, I knew which house was her home. The purple one. Through emails, I had gained an insight into Ava and her family. The purple home had to be hers.
A beautiful family with a home so detailed, you really should pay an admission fee. Seriously (I’ll be showing more of Ava’s home in the next few days).
The Picket Fence Family live life beautifully. It’s full of things long forgotten. Not just on the walls but in their hearts.
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