What a beautiful day for a drive to Aspen.

I am grateful for a two hour drive that turned into three because of tunnel work. We sat on I-70 and enjoyed Dad’s book, me reading out loud to Sam in the stillness of the morning, before getting out of the car to peek over the edge and enjoy the water below, and then visiting with the California guy in the pickup just ahead of us.

I am grateful for this book that has made us both choke up a bit as we read it together. I am grateful for the profound wisdom of a homeless man…

I am grateful that I am not an Aspen person, although it was very entertaining to see how the privileged live.

I am grateful for a drive without the radio but with a sunroof and with a little AC for the warm sunshine that melted the chocolate in my purse.

I am grateful for the symmetry of towering pines.

I am grateful for the sound of a babbling brook.

I am grateful for my husband who intentionally walks street side and holds my hand as we meander.

I am grateful for deep conversation last night with friends, and I am grateful that they too struggle to know the answers in this ever-changing world, but I am also grateful that good friends share their faith in Jesus and their desire to serve Him and the younger generation.

And I am grateful for a few more days to just enjoy life in Colorado.