It was a beautiful spring day and we were heading out to the country to spend time with a dear family of friends. It had been a long winter and spring brought its own aches. But this day was beautiful. The sun was shining and the fire was crackling. The lawn chairs were exactly right. The connections too. Our family was blessed with such warmth and tenderness that will not be forgotten.
Too often, I stop short of hospitality because I feel I lack this or that. But on this day in the woods, with no house or stove in sight, we were welcomed and loved and offered what was there, the simple, finer things. And it was just right, exactly right.