I am currently sitting in the Atlanta airport waiting for my flight back home to Ohio. I was just reliving my wonderful short get-a-way to Naples and reflecting on what I enjoyed the most when my husband called. (He is on a later flight so he is still enjoying the warm temps and sunshine). He called to warn me that it is supposed to be -11 (with the windchill) today back home. Thanks, Jay. I now have an upside down smile on my face. Who, in their right mind, would want to go back to that??
Before his call, I was thinking about the beach and the soft waves that break onshore down at the pier. I was remembering God’s beautiful palate of blues, pinks, oranges and reds that I witnessed during the two sunsets I watched. I was thinking how much I enjoyed the time we spent at the wildlife place on Sanibel Island and how it has awakened my interest in learning more about the birds that live and migrate there. I was remembering the long walk we took yesterday morning, where we saw houses we loved and the hidden gardens we stumbled upon. And of course I won’t forget the delicious blackened grouper, chai tea lattes and dinner at Shula’s.
But all those things wouldn’t have meant as much to me if my family wasn’t with me. There were eight of us on this trip: Our family of five, a boyfriend and my in-laws. I loved having them around. I’m sure we got on each others nerves, as most families do, but I wouldn’t change a thing.
So as I get ready to board the plane for a cold destination, I am trying to stay in the right mindset – one of appreciation and gratitude for the time and experiences we shared these past four days. And with an anticipation for when I can return to the place my soul calls home.