flying the friendly skies

For the last two weeks, I've been in North Carolina, Wisconsin and Colorado. I've ziplined through canopies, viewed a glorious sunrise from a farmhouse attic window, watched Amish girls hang laundry in the breeze and made jokes about my own altitude sickness at 12,000 feet above sea level.

Life doesn't slow down for homecomings, but if that's the price required for reunions, it's worth it.