"He saw clearly how plain and simple -- how narrow, even -- it all was; but clearly, too, how much it all meant to him, and the special value of some such anchorage in one's existence. He did not at all want to abandon the new life and its splendid spaces, to turn his back on sun and air and all they offered him and creep home and stay there; the upper world was all too strong, it called to him still, even down there, and he knew he must return to the larger stage. But it was good to think he had this to come back to; this place which was all his own, these things which were so glad to see him again and could always be counted upon for the same simple welcome."
- from The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame (currently listening to on my walks)
Just looking at a few pictures of my children who were not near enough this past weekend to join us for Family Weekend. The stages on which their lives are being played out right now are spread far and wide - India, New York state, Minnesota. It is my work to make sure they all know that there are people who will always be glad to see them and counted upon for the same simple welcome...
Matthew in Minnesota