We're home from a wonderful 4th of July weekend with family. Lots of laughing, eating, shopping, eating, laughing, a few fireworks, eating and more laughing and just having a blast.
The "girls" days consisted of a yummy lunch at Sandstone Gardens then hours of shopping.
One day we spent a couple of hours driving through the path of the tornado.
I was impressed with the amount of cleanup that has already taken place.
I learned that even among the devastation and the sadness there was inspiration everywhere.
I learned that this was a special place for the volunteers to come and sit a spell and rest.
And leave a piece of themselves.
I learned that even where there were no signs of progress concerning debris removal...
There was an undeniable sign that life goes on.
I learned that the trees amid the destructive path was sending forth new growth where they had been stripped clean.
And I learned to not read the trees.