Clothesline Blessings
We have been back in country for a full week now. The first few days were harder than I expected. I assume it is the change in altitude and a late flight followed by an early flight that knocked me off of my feet. I don't recall ever sleeping that hard. (I am glad to know that I can still do it!) We enjoyed the beauty of the snow when we were out. The coziness of homes with double-paned windows, insulation and heat kept us comfortable when it was cold outside. In fact, I shared with My Dear that I was warmer at night in the states than I am in our mountain home. Upon our return, I stood at the clothesline with a fresh appreciation for the sunshine that we were getting and how warm the blankets on the line felt. I have stood at the clothesline many times with gratitude. On this day, I looked at the t-shirt quilt that My Dear's mom made for Billy before our move. It was such a precious gift for a boy who was leaving all things familiar and loved behind. Every