The last couple of months have just been a blur of sorts. Travel from west coast to east coast each week, Pacific ocean to Atlantic ocean, Boston to San Diego. Doesn't take long to realize one hotel isn't much different from another, one beach isn't much different from another, and one city really isn't much different from another (well I won't count Yuma in that because it really is different!).
In the end it just doesn't matter what hotel you stay in, what ocean you swim in, what beach you warm yourself on, or what city street you walk down. What does matter are the people you do those very things with. Without them, none of the other things would even matter. Our life is preciously, a collection of experiences derived from those who have touched our lives, and whom we ourselves have been able to touch in return. I know all too well what my life would be, without the gentle yet profound influence & affect so many of my family and friends have had on me. I am too often constrained to spend hours working separate from those who mean most to me. However, if this heart had wings, I know where it would spend every hour possible.
Pictures are good for reminding us of where we have been on this little journey the last couple of months.
