Life of a Pharmer's Wife

Have you ever wondered, "How did I get here?" I have a notoriously terrible sense of direction and blindly rely on my GPS. The number of wrong turns I have made in my life are too many to count.  However, I can say with full certainty that my path to our little town was perfect.  Perfect because I was not the navigator, nor was I blindly listening to "my lady" in my car tell me which turn to make.  Yet I am often asked, "How did you end up here?" when I share where I was raised. My hometown is more than 1,000 times larger than our little town. 1,000 TIMES! I grew up on freeways, beltlines, and waiting in traffic. I moved to a caution light, a couple of stop signs, and waiting behind tractors.  Yes, this was a big transition. Yes, to anyone looking at this scenario from the outside, it seemed crazy. And yes, I have asked myself, "How did I get here?" This question could easily drum up thoughts of bewilderment, uncertainty, and doubt.  Instead,...