What Makes It Great.

One of my favorite parts about traveling is the afterward. Don't get me wrong, I love the car naps, the various landscapes whizzing by, the random gas station snacks, and, of course, arriving at destinations. But I also love the coming home; putting on comfy clothes and brewing a pot of coffee; taking time to relax before the normal schedule starts up again. And thinking back over the memories that were made.

The past few days I made a lot of memories. I saw a lot of people I care about. I drank a lot of coffee. 

My darling and I ventured from Indiana to Tennessee, hung out of Nashville for a few hours, stayed in Chattanooga for a couple days, ventured to Atlanta to meet my nephew, and then came back to Indiana. I took a bunch of pictures so once they are developed I'll tell about all the wonderful little coffee places we found. 

But for now I just want to express something I learned over this break. 

As I met up with friends and family, as I talked and laughed and hugged and held a little boy who has dimples just like mine, I realized I take love for granted. I get so caught up in stress, and being misunderstood, and just getting through I forget to look around at the people who are going to the same confusing thing called life that I am. I'm so lucky to know people who have stuck with me. I'm so excited to stick with them as we continue to grow. And while road tripping was great, the coffee was amazing, the sunshine and rain and ice were all beautiful...it was the people that really made the trip wonderful. 

I know it's short, but isn't there a cliché about short being sweet? Anyway, this is just what I'm thinking about as I sip coffee from my new mug I got to commemorate the lovely trip.