This next week ranks pretty high on my list.
Beginning Friday, my husband has given me time. In about 48 hours, I will board a plane bound for the west coast.
He is staying home with the children. For a week. Taking time off work so I can be footloose and fancy-free.
That’s rather wonderful, wouldn’t you say?
Time…to read on a plane.
Time…to walk around in the sunshine and not worry about someone wandering away.
Time…to visit with a newborn, come to his family through adoption.
Time…to sit in a unique church, a little oasis in Oxnard, California.
Time…to drive up the coast of California, the Pacific Ocean on my left and a sweet traveling companion on my right.
Time…to sip California wine and talk late and long.
Time…to ride a cable car and cross the San Francisco bay, taste sourdough bread and see the crookedest street in the world.
Time…what a gift.