My Happy Place
My happy place. There really is no one place. Through the years in different places, different times, different states, my happy place. Montana with the three kids laughing and frolicking in three feet of fresh snow.
On top of Saddleback Mountain as the sun is setting on the final run of the day, tired, sore and feeling more alive than the morning run.
Standing on a bridge on Prince Edward Island looking out to the Atlantic Ocean.
Walking down the street in Talkeetna searching for a pizza joint.
Anytime, anywhere in Maine. Where every breath is refreshing and the views are breathtaking.
Sitting on the sugar scoop of Quiet Time and having a hummingbird try to land on my knee as the sun rises.
All places where I can feel alive and am surrounded by those I love. Where I can recognize the beauty and the love and thank God for all of it.
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