I’ve got two more weeks before I’m officially back to work. I’ve been picking up a few hours here and there through Bubs first 6 months of life, but now it’s time to officially be back on the clock. So, after an appointment today, on a whim, we stopped in our little home town of Rockford to just go for a stroll.
The Rouge River from our picinic table. A river runs through it.
Rockford is very quaint. Little stores and restaurants, all local…no Starbucks here folks. We come here a lot for dinner or take-out, to hit the shops when we need something, for the farmers market in the summer. I’ve run and biked the White Pine through here more times than I can count. But I’ve never really just walked around here by myself. And it’s funny, because today it really dawned on me that we live in a destination town. People come here as a place to visit, not just because they need to pick up a birthday present at Paper Doll and grab chili dogs on the way home from Corner Bar. No, this is a legit, “Let’s go to Rockford for the afternoon” place.
Bubs fast asleep after his stroll.
I love it when I see a place through new eyes. I sort of feel like I’ve just discovered by home town for the first time in 9 years of living here. And how sweet our little community really is.
