If It's Monday . . .

If it's Monday, it must be time to go home. I am travel weary. The last 3 weeks have gone by much too quickly, but I am grateful for each day. This year's pilgrimage to the homeland is almost over.

I can neither count the miles nor the memories, they are both many. But all are good because He is good, and was present in them all:

The sun and sand and the Sprittles,



seagull at the water's edge,



footprints,



the wonder of water,



the reunion of sisters,



outting of the old



inning of the new, in so many ways,



wildflowers along the road, so beautiful against the summer sky,



dragonflies,



a meal with new friends, night swimming and shooting stars, conversation with loved ones,

being there, and coming home.