We went back to old haunts and favorites. Eating up a storm, reminiscing and funnily enough, feeling like we’re home. Already I regret not taking more pictures because I know I will forget and I don’t want to lose all these emotions.
I haven’t done one of these so long I was afraid I’d forgotten how. But black ink on white – whether virtual or physical is comforting to me. The stories are there, I just don’t know where to start.
Life is where I want it to be. It wasn’t something planned or pursued, but the pieces fell into a neat little picture. For a while, I was caught up in the tornado of chaos and although I have always resented people who found God because it felt like weakness and sounded like excuses, I now believe it was by his grace.