Just returned from another week-end in Nashville Indiana. I really can't put my finger on why I love it there so much, but my husband feels the same way. I drive into the little town and I immediately have a smile on my face. It's a slow paced, gentle place. People seem to leave their cares at the city limits sign. We have a lot of memories as we have celebrated a family Thanksgiving in the hills of this town, and even brought our children here for vacations in a little cabin down the road in a place called "Bean Blossom". Mike and I drove out to the cabin and someone has moved in permanently and it is quite a showplace. One of my favorite pictures of my two children and Mike, hangs in my bedroom reminding me of a day at the state park I will never forget, picnicking, playing cards and hiking on the trails. I remember none of us wanted that day to end. I re-lived that day many times, drawing from the feelings it brought as we faced tough times a few years later. Memories, one of the most precious things God gives us.

Today turned out to be a good day. (most are) I haven't been feeling like myself lately but at one point today I realized I was feeling better. The little aches and pains of fibro had been worse and I was finding myself uptight and unable to relax. We had some great rain today, I fixed some half-runner beans with tomatoes and onions. Tasted great. Starting to look for a house for next year's vacation. Austin came over for a little while and ate dinner with us. Yes, a good day. I wanted to get to my scrapbooking but that didn't happen. Maybe tomorrow. We'll be heading to Nashville Indiana friday. Yea!!!!!!!!!!!! That will solve everything! Ha!