It is Sunday night. Thanksgiving weekend is coming to a close. The girls and I had a great weekend at Richard's father's house in South Carolina, which we fondly refer to as Camp Davenport. I'm a city girl. I am. There's no doubt about it. I need Starbucks, Dean and Deluca, JCrew, Pottery Barn, Anthropologie, and lots of people and activity around me. But there is nothing quite like a good weekend trip to the country to refresh one's soul. We had all the Thanksgiving Weekend usuals ... catching up with cousins, jumping in the biggest leaf pile we could make, hay rides, hikes, bonfires, football, too much t.v., too much food ... and this year we even added rolling down the hill in a barrel and building a castle out of hay bales! It is so nice for the girls to just have some good old fashioned fun. We are very blessed that Richard's Dad and his wife gave up the city life to live the life they do now. We are so blessed to have been close enough throughout the years to make a tradition of going there over of Memorial Day weekend and Thanksgiving Weekend. It really is one of the only traditions we've maintained since Richard and I started dating almost 19 years ago. It is very, very special to us and to our girls.
Looking forward to getting back into the swing of things tomorrow. Just weeks until I see my soldier again! Gotta get focused with checking things off the "to do" list. Now that we are certain it's going to happen, I've been praying a lot about those 14 days. It's a challenge for us to balance a visit like this, no doubt. But I am starting to spend increasingly more time daydreaming about getting to talk to him face to face for the first time in three months and it's sweet to hear him getting excited too.
Hope you all had a nice time of reflection over the Thanksgiving weekend! May you carry the reminder of your many blessings into this week and those following.
To God be the Glory!