The desert air was crisp and cold on my morning walk, reminding me of the early years with the Brawny Man and skiing. As I breathed in, the memories were so vivid, I could almost feel my braids blowing in the wind. Flashback to 1980, Purgatory, Colorado. Upon arriving home, I immediately pulled a scrapbook off the bookshelf and began turning the pages until I found our first ski trip. I like the fact that I wrote this quote on the page:
“How kind you were to open the Gates of Heaven and give me that little glimpse of heaven.” (from an 18th century letter)
And my Brawny Man.
May you be blessed with Great Love today.