There's nothing like it ... Part Two :)

There's nothing quite like 4822 Church Lane.  This place ... this place I always call home and Levi calls "Mommy's house."   

This place that has a lot of green and yellow, mixed with a little red.  You tractor people will know what I'm talking about. ;-)

This place that has an old shed plastered with all kinds of signs, including my grandmother's old license plate.  

This place that has my footprints on the ceiling of the screened porch.  Even though the story may not be true, we like to say my dad started painting the ceiling white, until he got to my footprints and couldn't cover them up.  Mom says it was a tiring job and Dad simply didn't finish.  ;-)

This place that collects old cars, antiques, and anything that my Dad can get his hands on.  

This place that has a rooster crowing as soon as the sun rises and chickens clucking in the background. 

This place where you hear the church organ ring out hymns four times a day.  

This place that holds so many memories ... so many special moments ... there's just nothing quite like 4822 Church Lane.  It's my favorite place in the whole world.