A Different Kind of Summer

 Right now in life finding time to write seems almost impossible. There is so much to try to accomplish in a day. So this post may be the only one in a while. I wanted to come and write that we are home, that we were blessed, that two more children got chicken pox after my oldest daughter got shingles and my oldest son got chicken pox. I wanted to write that the Ocean helped me breath and the wide open blue sky helped me heal and that the wild flowers' perfume brought me to tears. I wanted to write that I felt renewed hope and strength, that I came home stronger. I wanted to write that there is a balm in Gilead that soothes the wounded soul. I wanted to write that fighting for a better different future is worth the battle. I wanted to write that I am so thankful ~ overflowing with it all. 

I could not have asked for more.