It is beautiful days like this that remind me of why we took that huge leap of faith and moved to Southern Oregon. Today the sky is so blue it almost hurts my eyes. Today the hills are filled with so many different shades of green (who knew that green could be so diverse) and the snow still caps the mountains off in the distance. It’s days like today that poems of love and romance are written. Bummer that I’m not a poet. Yesterday, before the entire family converged for dinner, my son and I spent an hour on the deck playing chess. The bench along the deck hangs over the beautiful river swollen from melted snow and populated with Canadian geese and miscellaneous ducks.

This really is the best of days. Of course, that is, until Baby Princess Monster came home and starting insisting on chasing the cat off the deck. But I’m extremely thankful for the moments in between….