This time the little girl has become a Mommy. She has traveled, and married; moved homes and had kids. But, every now and then, she is drawn back to that same mountain, and that same reassuring smell. Her daughter sits in the back, singing along and curiously looking out the window, while twirling a blonde curl between her fingers. She asks, "Mom, is driving relaxing?"
The mom responds, "Driving through these hills always relaxes me. Nostalgia wells up deep within me and it is like my very soul knows what is waiting around the next bend." She had come here when her son's adoption was pending. She had come here when she was seeking rest and peace. She had come here, once again, when things seemed out of control. And found a piece of her childhood preserved and untouched by the changes all around it.