No words now — I’ve got an hour and a half before I am sharing our story of adoption with a group of women alongside my sister who also adopted (domestic, through foster care). Looking forward to that. But, until then, it’s just me and my bedroom for my R&R.

Here’s some shots I just took on my phone – didn’t bring the big camera. But, the phone did just fine to capture some of the sights from Rockbridge.

It’s 4pm, and I’m alone. The only sound I can hear is the gentle hum of my Macbook that is really a sweet sort of summer-cricket-sort-of-sound to me.

I don’t have anywhere I need to be until 7pm when I will head down to a fancy dining room complete with round tables decorated with flowers and eat a meal I didn’t prepare that will be served to me by smiling faces who will also clean it up (can I hear an “Amen?”) after which I can go be with 250 other women and do some singin’ and some listenin’ before heading back to my room for more quiet.

And, this is my room from right outside my open door–the room where I will be alone for the weekend with my own bathroom.

And, this is what I get to look at outside my french doors and windows.

Oh, this is going to be a sweet weekend.