As I write this I’m nestled into a cabin in the western Carolina mountains, away from the presence of email or cell phone signals or even Google (if you can imagine that). The nearest highway is a long, winding trip down the mountain, and it’s a trip I wouldn’t take right now for anything. So this will have to wait until tomorrow to be posted.
The kids are snuggled safely in bed with content looks on their faces and pleasant dreams running through their minds. For me it’s a little bit of heaven; a comfy chair, a cozy fire, some deliciously creamy hot chocolate, and an interesting book.
When I walked outside a little while ago I looked up into a cold, clear sky with a trillion stars thrown across it, each one sparkling fiercely as if competing for attention. It’s a view you don’t often get when living in a city as big as Atlanta, but it’s one I remember very well from growing up on the farm. And I’m very grateful that the people who were there on that farm then, are here on this mountain now.
I have to stop myself and soak in moments like this, really live in them, because while there will be others there will never be another quite like this one. And because of that I wanted to share it with the friends I’ve made over the years, most of whom read this blog every now and then.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone. I hope yours was as happy and content as ours.