A time when pathetic white skin says hello to it's long lost solar friend. A time when you throw open the front door to breathe the kind air..... and capture the bullfrogs under your bookcase that consider the motion an invitation to tea. It's a time when flowers fight off their snow-bitten skepticism and laugh in bloomin' glory. A time to listen to splintering thunderstorms, splash in puddles, and sand furniture frantically in the dry reprieve. A time to crack, cram, and synthesize the last morsels of theology before the semester's out. A time for Daniel to give new meaning to "cute guy in the Starbucks apron" and tuck away the earned money for tickets.... oh the tickets.... the tickets that get you to California sunshine and the hugs you've dreamed about. It's when you unpack your new! gelato! maker! and discover that the proverbial possibilities really are endless. It's when you work, sleep, wash the sheets, welcome the next beloved visitors, love, eat, pray for grace, laugh, give thanks for gelling friendships, round the corner, smile, and set down at God's feet the weight of the first long, hard winter.
PSSST!!!...You can check out new pictures from our mad 24-hour Easter dash home, over there.... on your right!
