Nostalgic

We grew up spending most summer weekends at our grandparents' lakehouse in Pell City, Alabama. I hadn't been back for a weekend since my parents separated. Part of me thinks it's because it's simply too painful to trudge through the memories stirred in that environment. Regardless, I got up with the sisters and we all headed down that way to visit with my dad, aunt, and grandfather. We had such a fun time. I loved floating around to cool off (there isn't any a/c, only an attic fan), all of us piling into the bunk room to sleep (two triple decker bunk beds), sunset pontoon rides, and family dinner around the long kitchen table. Everything seemed a whole lot smaller than I remember. I guess it's because I've gotten a little bit bigger. I won't lie...there was a part of me that got very sad while I was there. It is hard to be a family when pieces are missing. You feel broken and sad. I got very nostalgic. Not just for my family to be put back together but for those weekends long ago when everything seemed right with the world. I am grateful to my Savior, that even in this state of brokeness, there is redemption.
If you look closely, you can see the profile of a hummingbird in her nest!