We headed back to Rowe this year for Old Home Day. Such a wonderful time. So absolutely glorious! We packed a little lighter this year - just 4 short days. No tennis rackets, no dog, no food - we would buy groceries when we got up there. When we walk in we walk right to the large picture window that overlooks the lake - it summons us to come directly there - do not unpack, just kick off your shoes and go directly to the porch. We had forgotten the color of the sun and the light through the pines and the reflection of the mountains on the water, the clouds that create dark shadows in the middle of the day. We had lost track of the way the days unfold so easily and so effortlessly until it's time for dinner. We had almost forgotten. But there is always that piece of home that we take with us when it's time to go and it is rekindled when we return - Yes, this is what it was like. This is what I was missing. This is what it feels like to be home. And then it was time to
balancing life, work, and family