History repeating itself...

At this time last year, I was packing for a trip to Colorado Springs, to spend the Thanksgiving holidays with my daughter Joanne and Scott. John was going with me. The odd couple.

We each had our own experiences, and in spite of bitter cold, enjoyed hiking, walking, sight seeing, shopping, eating in quaint cafes, attending church, visiting with relatives, and watching videos (bundled in wooly throws). Joanne felt compelled to make three kinds of pie for Thanksgiving, and another kind for the evening after, when my cousins came over to visit. No wonder I could hardly bend over to pull my boots on.

Oh, maybe just a tiny slice of each one...

This time, I'm traveling alone. Not my choice. But it is "my new normal." I will be cared for by the One Who says He will be my husband, and Father to my Fatherless children. I am not afraid. He has never failed me. So, Lord willing I'll be seeing Pikes Peak by tomorrow evening.