Getting Away

Early last week Chad told me we would be going away for Memorial Day weekend, and he would not tell me where. So, Friday afternoon I was ready at the time I was supposed to be (well, shortly thereafter), we got in the car, and he told me where we were headed: a B&B in an adorable little town up north on the water. He also gave me a card with a message that brought me to tears. We had a wonderful, relaxing weekend of strolling through shops, going to wineries, driving slowly on back roads, going to a movie in this town's old theater, talking, talking, and more talking. The B&B was cozy and had the most luxurious bed linens I have ever experienced...and they were an experience. As we drove home Sunday, we talked about how important it is to get away. I do not think I realize how keyed up and stressed I can be during our day-to-day life until I get away and I feel my heart rate slow, my mind clear, and my breathing deepen.

We pulled in the driveway Sunday evening to see the neighbor boy running toward us with his digital camera. "Wanna see pictures of the car accident in your lawn last night?" So... I guess we were back to real life. A young man had run into the telephone pole in our front yard, nearly killing himself in the process. The latest we have heard is that he is in stable, but critical, condition. We were without phone and internet for a few days, but that seems like an insignificant inconvenience compared to what this man is going through. We hope he recovers soon.