The Grass is always greener at our house

Pretty much all my life I have loved green grass. I grew up in the desert, litterally the desert. You risked the chance of getting bitten by snakes and sitting in catcti. So grass meant luxury and comfort. When looking for a house I gravitated to the house with gorgeous green grass not being able to afford the fantasy of even pretending to live there.

Ugly poor burmuda grass

My loving husband yet again fullfilled a fantasy. Or at least gave us luxury. So the grass will be greener at our house. I just can't wait to play and roll all over it. Go daddy go!

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