Spring has Sprung

This weekend was a good one. A rare gem in the life of mud and rather large boulders who seem to find themselves in the middle of most roads! I made the short drive to P-town, home of the ever dysfunctional G-family, whom I love and adore. There's something about driving home that calms me in a way I cannot fully explain. It's the small things I think, the familiarity of the road...I'm sure I could almost do it blindfolded, the solitude of being alone in my car and yet surrounded by other commuters, and then the small personal preferences--my amaretto latte, Kenny Chesney in the cd player, it's all very rejuvinating. And then some quality time with my dad and brother--oh, and maxx, the ever lovable yellow lab. It's very simple, some bbq, some movies, and no pretense, no explanations. The snow ruined our plans for outdoors...but since we got very little over the winter, I was even okay, maybe happy to see some white flakes! A drive to the lake was fantastic, seeing it gives me some hope for the future, hope for all the many trips to take in the coming years with the family as it grows. I think that may be the only place I've found in the world that allows me to be fully me in a way I can't describe. I would like to bottle up that feeling and keep it forever...but that can't happen and so I'm forced to face reality...and as we all know, that kinda sucks!