Top Down Days

It’s February in Middle Tennessee. This is when I am usually boarding a plane to get outta here. Gotta get away from the grey and the cold. I’ve learned to do cold, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do grey for more than a few days without sinking into some sort of funk. Normally I’d be on my annual February get-me-some-sunshine trip to Sunny California.

We lived in the “Golden State” for thirteen years. The first years there were against my will, but I learned to do the ole “bloom where you’re planted” thing, until I learned to love it. Okay,that's not entirely true ... but I did grow to appreciate it. Now, though, it’s the perfect place to visit with family and old friends and old familiar stomping grounds.

Southern California is where our babies were born, and so even if it were in Siberia or a remote desert in Africa, that place would hold an exclusive place in our hearts.

But I’m not on a plane today. Instead I’m riding with the top down, music blaring, ‘cause today is what my neighbor calls “a gift”. Not sure who he thinks the “gift” is from, but it's a gift all the same.

For me, today's gift is knowing where both of my teenage drivers are and that makes for a happy Momma.  It’s sixty-five degrees and sunny Mr. Ten Days is in town and everybody’s safe. Days like these are not just for myself, though.  Wonderful days like these make me want to pray for my peeps who aren’t having a sunny day. Days like these make me want to drop down in gratitude that we are enjoying the blessings of God on one of His show-off days.
I‘ll keep this day in mind when it’s been grey for a week, and things aren’t so sunny inside our house either.
But for now, for today... I think I’ll pull thru for a Starbucks.