With the price of gas now closely creeping up on the price of a gallon of milk, our vacation plans have changed greatly. We will drink less milk products and drive fewer miles. Spring Break was spent in-state, this year, sipping on filtered water as we explored the mountains of the Ozarks. As we loaded the car with all of our necessary belongings, I realized that our family can probably never fly again because none of us know how to pack in moderation. For the life of me, I don’t know why we had a dulcimer or a 30” supersized pink polka dot kickball with us, but we did. We traveled to a small church retreat on top of a mountain that was closed for the winter. Apparently, they will rent a lodge that will sleep a small church for a deeply discounted price in mid-winter. We were instructed to only use four beds and leave the other rooms untouched. I had visions of “The Shining” and the empty rooms of a lodge closed in winter. Realizing I would be alone on the top of a mount
Joey, Allie... This is for you. May these stories be like tiny feathers that will one day drift down out of nowhere, bringing back great memories and smiles. You have brought me true joy with your laughter and song. This is your roadmap back to your youth and my guide home when memories fade. What a blessing it has been! What a blessing it continues to be.