...what a great trip I had today.

Today was another travel day. We drove from Lake City, South Carolina to Augusta, Georgia last night, shaving 2 1/2 hrs off the total trip to Huntsville, Alabama. That left us about 7 hrs driving today, dropping Todd off at the Atlanta Airport on the way. It was all -in -all a very pleasant trip. After the kids played their D.S. games for hours I finally made them turn them off to reconnect with the world. Good decision! They had a blast sitting next to each other in our jam packed minivan. Tickling, joking, laughing...non-stop. They acted like they actually liked each other. It was a day to remember...thus the reason for my post. I thought it should be recorded for future blackmail.

While the kids were behind me entertaining each other I had the freedom to think. An opportunity rarely provided. It was fun. I cracked the windows just enough to feel the crisp, 65 degrees wind blow through my hair. I noticed the detail of the trees as they passed. I loved the sound of the tires on the road at 75 miles an hour, and the sense of camaraderie I felt as I traveled beside other drivers for miles in a sort of unofficial convoy. Lake Guntersville was as beautiful as always, especially as dusk was making it's debut. And what a debut it was with the gentle, gray-blue atmosphere and the cool breeze...very easy on the senses. The water was like glass it was so still and the birds were dancing against the peaceful, mountainous backdrop. The music was just loud enough for me to enjoy and it was MY music. Not princess music, or children's praise. Some of which I love. But not today. It was Jerry Rafferty all the way from the airport to Huntsville, with a little classical prelude (until the sleepies kicked in). I was loving life. Quiet in the midst of the noise. God was in it. He knows what I like. And He was there to enjoy it with me. That's what I call peace.