We are in the Great American Desert.
Known as home sweet home to me.
At a little ranch in the Sandhills of Nebraska, nestled at the end of a ten mile country road, forty-five minutes from the nearest town, over a mile from the nearest neighbor.
Where cows outnumber people ten to one and where the deer and the antelope play.
And where the weather is BITTERLY COLD!
I packed everyone into the minivan in Louisiana in the sweltering heat of 90 degrees (mind you that was at 9:00 A.M.) We traveled three days straight (yes, you read that correctly!) THREE DAYS in a minivan with a four year old and 19 month old twins. I would never have made it if my mother-in-law hadn't offered to brave the trip to see my family with me. God Bless that woman! When we crossed the state line into Nebraska the temperature was 38 degrees with driving rain! I was still wearing flip flops. What was I thinking?! My dad met us in Omaha and drove us 10 hours to the ranch. Poor little Boston started runnning a temperature and got sick in the car. It wasn't long after that my little girl got sick, too. But we made it! What a miracle! It took us a good four days to recooperate. And even now, after being at the ranch for almost two weeks, we're still not used to the cold!