Monday, May 05, 2008

Happy trails to you







Farewell, my sister, fare thee well.
The elements be kind to thee, and make
Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.
~William Shakespeare




The tears were few, but smiles were big and hugs were plentiful. The suitcase did NOT weigh more than fifty pounds (whew!) and the knitting needles made it through the security checkpoint.

I got a welcome phone call at 7:36 this morning to tell me she was safely ensconced in her new home-away-from-home. Her voice was exactly what I needed to hear.

"May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind be ever at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields. And until we meet again, May God hold you in the hollow of His hand."


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