We walk the path less traveled, the wind in our hair and the sand warm beneath our feet. Sage brush covers the land and Navajo Tea grows all over. The majestic rocks come out from the sands, and the mesas glow in the setting suns.
This is the land we love, our homeland, though not born to it. Here we have found belonging, though it can be lonely at times. It is here we hope to raise our future children, it is here we pray to grow old. It is here we are home...
~ Rob and Michelle
This is the land we love, our homeland, though not born to it. Here we have found belonging, though it can be lonely at times. It is here we hope to raise our future children, it is here we pray to grow old. It is here we are home...
~ Rob and Michelle