Just a bit.....

The Way Life Should Be

2007-09-08T21:56:00.000-04:00

When you drive I-95 into the state of Maine, you will pass a sign on your right hand side that reads "Welcome to Maine, the way life should be". Whenever I have been to Maine, that saying has held true, although I am always on vacation. I cannot say that saying is true of everyday life. Tonight though, the theme of Maine was brought home to our house in Indiana.
It rained here all day, which we have seen very little of this summer. The dreary day made me just snuggle down at home and rest.
Tonight Darren and I cooked dinner and an amazing dessert together. We love to cook together, but rarely have the time to really enjoy it. This is the way dinner was supposed to be made. As we prepared dinner Prairie Home Companion played in the background. Marinated steak (that was marinated for 2 days because I didn't grill it on Thursday), baked potatoes, and sauted zucchini filled the spot after a week of fast food! We then made beignets with the mix from Cafe DuMonde and had a fruit sauce of peaches and blueberries that we cooked topped with homemade whip cream. It was wonderful! Not just the food, but the evening. The boys didn't get into the dinner quite as much as we did (especially the zucchini) but they were into the beignets. After dessert NPR was still playing in the background and had changed to a celtic music program. We just sat on the couch and listened as the rain pounded against the windows. Life tonight was slow and enjoyable. This is the way life should be.

Marriage...

2007-07-01T22:36:00.000-04:00

I had an epiphany moment this week. Now that I look back on it, I do not see why it had never clicked for me before. Darren and I were discussing marriage and how so many marriages are falling apart. The light came on for me that maybe the reason why marriage seems to be one of the top targets for satan is that marriage is really an earthly example of what a relationship with our heavenly Father is supposed to be. Wow! I know that the Bible talks about us being the Bride of Christ, but that had never really made any sense to me. It sounded too weird. When I started to think of all the things that make for a great marriage, great communication, honesty, time, I realized that these were the same things that made for a close relationship with Christ. If our perception of marriage is all distorted then maybe our perception of a relationship with Christ is distorted. And maybe if our perception of a dad is distorted then our perception of our heavenly Dad is distorted.
This now all sounds so simple, but I had just never thought about it this way. I had not seen the huge purpose in satan being so diligent in attacking marriages. It it is a great reminder to me that my marriage is not just about me and Darren it serves an even greater purpose.

The Past

2007-03-21T23:04:00.000-04:00

This week we are on vacation with our family in Florida. Today was the first day of our vacation and I took the boys to Dunkin Donuts this morning for breakfast. On our way back we were waiting at a light and a family with highschool boys crossed the street in front of us. Right after they past one way, a mother pushing a stroller with two little ones walked the other way. I commented to the boys about how the first family was going to be us someday and then I told them that the second lady was where Mommy was a few years ago. It hit me probably for the first time that I had already been through that stage of life and was not going to be there again. (I felt really old!) Kevin who is now 8, responded by saying, "It's like our whole life just walked in front of us!" Wow! I thought that was pretty insightful for an 8 year old boy. I told him it did seem like it and that I had better wake up and enjoy the vacation. (I was feeling a little out of it this morning!) He replied to this, "Wake up because it will soon be the past."

My son is amazing! Yes Kevin, I need to wake up because it will soon be the past. The past has gone by much faster than I ever thought it would. I realized tonight that I have been given 8 years with him already, but that in about 10 years, he will be grown! These 8 years have gone so fast, I cannot imagine only 10 more!

There are many times as a parent that I just want time alone! I just want to do my own thing. (Not a bit selfish, is it?) Tonight I just want my boys to be little boys forever. So Kevin, here is a picture of you on vacation when you were probably 3 and a picture of you right before we left on vacation this year. I love you!

Just delicious!

2007-03-13T22:29:00.000-04:00

Today was the first warm day of the year in Indiana. Oh, how I love warm days. My body just aches for them all winter long. My energy level seems to fall and fall until there is a ray of hope when March arrives. Then at the first warm day I have energy again. Today it was 76 degrees!! (Friday it is supposed to snow, but we won't think about that.)
You know that smell in the air when it is springtime? It is clean smelling. Candles and laundry detergents even try and immitate it. It revives you. It inspires you. I was just soaking this all up today and trying to put into words how I felt. It was like a whif from heaven.
Tucker, my youngest son age 3, came home from preschool and conveyed our feelings in the best words possible. He had not tried to write a beautiful description of the day, he just spoke from his heart. First he came in from outside and said, "Mom, it smells like a hotel outside!" Now you must understand, hotels are simply magical for Tucker. They are enchanting. Evidently Tucker has been to some very clean hotels, because some that I have been to have not smelled like today. He was thoroughly enjoying playing outside on his playset when he came back up to tell me, "Today is just delicious!"
Yes, Tucker. Today is "just delicious!"

Where Oh Death is Your Sting?

2007-03-12T08:36:00.000-04:00

This past fall I lost my Pap-pa. He passed away quietly into the night. No pain, no agony, just transferred from this world to the next during his sleep. What an incredible way to go! He was the first person really close to me that I have lost. The words that I have repeated over and over in explaining his death, "it just doesn't make sense", have questioned me. He was 82 years old. It should make sense. Everyone dies. Everyone knows that their time will end. Why does it not make sense when it happens? It is unnatural. One day they are here living among us, and the next they are gone. Their body remains for a few days until we return it to the ground, but even that seems so unnatural. We did not see this body created from the ground. Why are we laying it into the cold ground, when yesterday they were living beside me. It is haunting. It is beyond comprehension.

His death has made me so much more inquisitive about Heaven. Before then, I did not really care to learn about Heaven, because that meant death must come first. I believe that I felt that I could not think about Heaven without processing death. Now, I have reason to learn about Heaven. I now personally know someone who is there. It makes learning about Heaven like learning about where a friend has gone on a journey. If my friend moves to Europe, I would want to learn about it and try to understand where they are and what they are experiencing. I have felt the same way about Pap-pa and Heaven. It has changed my faith!

I now realize so much more. I know it is only the tiny tip of the iceberg. I know see that God is restoring us back to what we originally were created to be. We should and do hunger for Heaven, even though we do not know that is what we are hungering for. "The body that is sown is perishable (his life could no longer remain), it is raised IMPERISHABLE (never again to cease-for eternity); it is sown in dishonor (buried in the ground), it is raised in GLORY (I cannot imagine what this will be like! Raised as God intended us to be in the beginning.); it is sown in weakness (His body was becoming weak and aged effected by sin and death.), it is raised in POWER (just as God intended it to be in the beginning-no fear of sin or death); it is sown a natural body (perishable and with limits), it is raised a SPIRITUAL BODY (Who knows what power we will have as a spiritual body! A body such as Christ had after the resurrection.)." 1 Corinth 15:42-44

I understand that death does not seem natural. It doesn't make sense. It was never intended to be the end. It was not the plan. "Oh death where is your sting?" We do feel it now, but only for a time. This sting is not the end. It is only a pain towards the beginning. A pain that will cease.

Family Cruise

2007-03-10T13:44:00.000-05:00

In February, Darren and I and all of his family went on a Caribbean Cruise together. Darren and I were not too excited about a cruise, but we were excited about going on vacation with his family. We realized later that this was the first time they had all been on vacation together, ever in their lives. We had an amazing time! There are so many memories that we shared together. We laughed harder than we have in years. We ate delicious new foods. We visited new places, and gathered memories that we will treasure forever. I had drug my feet about going on this trip because I didn't want to spend the money and because we had been away a lot. I would have missed out had I been practical. This was a chance of a lifetime!

Flavor

2007-03-10T13:11:00.000-05:00

I have realized what I am missing sometimes in my life is "Flavor". I live in a midwest town that has accepted status quo or a bit below as norm. There is no flavor in the view, no flavor in the food, and no flavor in the thought. Those around me seem to not notice and are just fine with it. Are they thinking what I am? "Why am I here?" My husband says it is a great place to live because it clears the palette to travel. I on the other hand, can only clear my palette for short periods of time. Then I must taste again.

Smells of Superman

2006-08-30T08:47:00.000-04:00

I must tell you about my son Tucker. He is so imaginative. Tucker loves his older brother Kevin and longs and pretends to be just like him. About two weeks ago, Tucker came in saying "Smell my Arm Pits". Whenever anyone tells you this, you want to run, unless you are a junior high boy, but as a good mother, I "pretended" to smell them. Tucker was so proud. I asked him what he did, and his reply was, "I put on my yogurt." I was quite confused until he revealed to me his brother's deodorant. Somehow in his little mind, "yogurt" and "deodorant" are very similar. This was not the end of this fascination with smelling good. Today he came in all dressed in his little Superman Undies (on backwards of course, because he cannot see the big pictures on the back if he has them on the right way- note to Fruit of the Loom). He yelled at Darren, "SuperDad", "SuperDad", until Darren recognized his new name. "Smell my armpits!" Tucker again revealed his brother's deodorant and informed SuperDad that it was his "Fresh Collection." I am not sure if he has watched too much TV or been to Bath & Body too many times. I think Tucker might have been influenced by marketing......

2006-08-13T22:28:00.000-04:00

Summer, el fin!!!

2006-08-13T21:53:00.000-04:00

Where did the summer go? I always thought that once I was out of school, I wouldn't get that sick in my stomach night before the first day of school feeling. This isn't true... I got a break for a few years, but now that Kevin is in school, I have that feeling again. He on the other hand is very excited to go to school. Summer has been wonderful, but way too short. It seems just like last week that we were planning everything we were going to do. Now it has come and gone. Summer began with Christin Taylor coming to visit. How fun!!!! Memorial day started time at the lake, jumping on the trampoline, skiing, attempting to wakeboard, watching Kevin and Darren successfully wakeboard, jet skiing, and just sitting soaking in the sun. I do not know why God planted me in the middle of Indiana. I am for sure a warm climate person! June was the Tree of Life annual Lake Day. It was the coldest day of the summer, but still tons of fun. June flew by with the setting up of a new store at Cornerstone University and then 4th of July had already arrived. Fireworks on the lake is always a huge highlight of the summer! The stomach flu visited our family for 3 weeks, which was not very cool. On a much better note, Sam & Rosie & Eisley and Todd came to visit!!! It was so great to be together again. For sure a highlight. There was a family trip to Chicago and several trips to Grand Rapids. Kevin's 8th birthday arrived and we spent the day together in Indianapolis and of course visited Chucky Cheese (oh, my!) Darren's family came last week and just left yesterday. For sure another highlight! Why does time go faster and faster the older we get? The ultimate invention would be to have a time rewinder and just revisit the hightlights. Well, summer vacation is over, but I guess offically, summer is still here a few more weeks. If Kevin is happy to go back, then I should be as well. I still have that night before school sick feeling, though.

All Women

2006-04-03T21:01:00.000-04:00

Yesterday as I walked the beach of Siesta Key, I observed the women walking up and down the beach. There were all kinds. College girls with the newest swimsuits and belly rings paced the beach hoping to be spotted by some group of college guys who were Spring Breaking as well. Thirty something Moms who had been those college girls just a few short years ago, were now chasing toddlers down the beach and digging in the sand with plastic buckets. Their discovered college guy was right beside them attempting to impress his toddler with an elaborate sand castle. A group of ladies paraded their class of 1961 shirts as they lined up for pictures on the beach. I could not decide if they were high school or college friends who had continued to spring break well beyond the spring break years. Ladies, who had left their homes in November who were still here until the spring had come to the north, passed by on their daily walks. There were junior high girls trying to hook up with a few junior high guys. One girl was ruling the roost, while another tried to edge in, and the third really didn’t care. On the public beach, there was even more variety. There were ladies with coolers of beer, there were ladies with umbrellas, and ladies with layers of tanning oil. There were a group of four college age girls who were Muslim wearing their black drapes in the hot sun still enjoying the beach. There were ladies who were trying to sneak into a pick up volleyball game and others who observed so called “cool guys” trying to boogie board on the waves. As I walked back to where I was staying, I observed five Mennonite girls in their simple ware coming out of their condominium. They were giggling and trying to decide who was going to take each other’s pictures.

I had to review the walk in my mind. All of these women were so different, yet very much alike. They all were on spring break, holiday, vacation, or winter retreat. They all wanted to be accepted and loved. They all wanted to be noticed in their own way. They were all women. The Mennonite girls were by far the most happy and the college girls were the most hip. But no matter what background, they were all women with the same needs and emotions. It was just a slice of the pie, but it showed me how much we are all the same..

Where Did the Glass Go?

2006-04-03T20:59:00.000-04:00

Where did the glass go? Glass Coke bottles, glass medicine bottles, glass milk bottles? (I don’t remember glass milk bottles, but they sure looked cool.) I crave the old Coke, before they made it Coke Classic, in those tall skinny glass bottles. I used to go with my Dad to sell pigs, and we would each get a Coke in one of those bottles out of a special Coke machine at the hog market. That was always the most refreshing. I remember my Mother would always try and remember to take the empty cases of Coke back to Kroger to get the deposit money back before we bought more Coke. They were the best! There is not anyway to get that kind of Coke anymore. My husband recently bought me a case of the little cute bottles. They are charming and as close as you can get to the old recipe, but they still aren’t the same! Where did those bottles go? Once when I was in Mexico, I bought a Coke in a tall bottle. Did they decide that glass was bad for the environment, so they shipped all of the tall glass Coke bottles to Mexico? Why are we now using plastic? The carbonation isn’t the same and the liquid never gets as cold as it used to in glass bottles. They did away with the tall bottles, but at least they still had those shorter chubby glass bottles, that are now substituted with the plastic 500ml bottles. I really don’t like those at all!! I see people in the grocery with those hanging over their shopping cart, and I just want to say, “Please don’t buy those. Join the boycott of Coke in plastic bottles, and maybe they will hear our plea and return to glass!” But I think people are impressed that the plastic ones in the 6 packs, will hang over the sides of their carts, and I think they would probably just turn around and walk away from me or report me. Does anyone feel like I do? We have been cheated!! They have substituted a plastic bottle for the glass! Did they not think that we would notice? At first I thought that it was for the environment, but wouldn’t it be better to reuse a glass bottle over and over rather than make a plastic one and hope that someone would recycle it? (Don’t they know that really only people on the west coast and those in cities with socialized trash pickup recycle?) Most of us are just pitching the plastic bottles and they are accumulating in trash dumps all over the country. How many landfills will it take just to hold all of our unrecycled plastic Coke bottles that once held flat Coke? We could have used the glass bottle over and over again. For goodness sakes, we could have even bought our own glass bottles and just went back to get them refilled! Well, the beverage and glass industry will probably not hear my plea, but at least I have been heard by those who might dare to read my blog, and who might dare to care. Until I find the glass bottles, boycott the plastic ones!

My husband

2006-02-09T21:41:00.000-05:00

I love my husband! We have been married almost 10 1/2 years. You would think by now that I would be just ho-hum. And sometimes marriage can be that way. But tonight I was reminded just how much I love him and how very special he is. This is, I guess a bit personal to put on my blog, but I do not mind letting others know how I really feel. My husband is a visionary! I love it! Sometimes I get annoyed at his idealism and just want him to be realistic, but that is usually when I don't think people will understand where he is going with the dreams. His dreaming is a gift. I am just realizing that being a dreamer is not something that everyone can do or be. It is a unique talent. I love it in him! He always sees way beyond what others see and he truly believes that those dreams can be reality! I love that!

I am so thankful that God has blessed me with Darren. I can't wait to see what the next 10 1/2 years look like in our marriage! Darren, thanks for this great Dream!

Childhood Memories

2006-01-03T23:01:00.000-05:00

Do you ever have a random childhood memory pop into your head? Well, tonight while I was trying to go to sleep a most hilarious memory came back to me. I couldn't sleep, so I decided to blog my memory.

If I remember right, I was probably in Jr. High when this memory occurred. It was a unique night, for my Mom had gone somewhere and my Dad was home with my sister and I. I grew up on a farm and we were rarely not all together in the evenings. My sister and I got a wonderful idea to make milkshakes. We had a favorite recipe that Mom would make. They really were more like Frostys than milkshakes, but we decided to try it on our own. I can still remember what the recipe book looked like. It was one of those that came with the blender and therefore did not have much color or pictures. ( I don't think they give out recipe books with blenders anymore. Too bad.) We found the recipe book and were ready to blend. How hard could it be? Just add the sweetened condensed milk, the chocolate, and lots of ice. Things were going quite well. We even remembered to put the center of the top back on after putting the ice in. (Even a junior higher knows that the milkshake will spray all over if this part of the lid is not reinserted.)

What happened next will always be in my memory when I make milkshakes and when I use a wooden spoon. Things went really awry! Lots of ice was our problem. The blender started to bog down as they do when the liquid is too thick. My Dad luckily came to our rescue and grabbed a wooden spoon out of the drawer below. He took off that center piece of the lid and stuck the wooden spoon into the operating blender. This was not your $9.99 blender and therefore did not stop at the obstruction, but continued to blend whatever came in its pathway. When we heard the chopping noise, we knew that we were in trouble. I do not remember what happened next or how Dad got the spoon out or the blender off, but he did. I remember him revealing to us the blended wooden spoon. A chunk of the wooden spoon was missing. Dad then decided that all would not be lost and he would remove the wooden pieces from the milkshakes. Now my sister and I were not educated in cooking, but we didn't think this was a good idea. We preferred to just throw out the shakes and snack on something different. Dad insisted that it would be fine and that he would just remove the large piece missing from the milkshake. And he did. All was well, until my sister and I sat down in front of the T.V. to enjoy our wonderful milkshakes, when little shavings of wood began to appear in our mouth after slurping up the milkshake with our straws. Have you ever had wood in your mouth? It is not an experience to be quickly forgotten. Thus, here I am many years later, trying to sleep and remembering the wooden spoon and the milkshakes!

Thanks Dad for the great memory!!

Ebb and Flow

2005-10-31T22:32:00.000-05:00

Life seems to ebb and flow. For a season everything is peaceful and there really doesn't seem to be any hurry in anything. The sand is smooth, the sound of the waves is relaxing. Other times life is in complete chaos and I find myself running frantically accomplishing nothing. Right now I am not sure if life is ebbing or flowing, but it is wild. The waves are crashing and it is time to either stand and enjoy the cold crash or run to the shore and hope to escape. Once one has experienced the cold crash, often times they long for it again. Why is that? I love to have control, and right now things are out of control. Too crazy!!! Oh, this is only a season. Maybe soon it will ebb or flow the other way and everything will be peaceful again. Maybe tomorrow?

Too much Napoleon

2005-10-09T00:35:00.000-05:00

I love Napoleon Dynamite. I know the movie has been out for some time now, but I never cease to laugh at his candid comments and blunt life. My two boys love Napoleon as well. My oldest son Kevin, could give Napoleon a run for the presidency skit with his dancing techniques. He has the moves! My youngest son Tucker, who is only 2 1/2, loves Napoleon as well, only he has a bit of trouble saying Napoleon Dynamite. It sounds similar just a little mumbled. I didn't realize how much Tucker had watched the movie until today. I was working on the computer at home intent upon my emails, when Tucker with his curly sandy hair came up to me with his hand in his pocket ( he loves when his pants have REAL pockets) and said, "Do you want some of my tots?" I nearly fell off my chair. We had not watched the movie for days and we had not made any reference to Napoleon that morning. He must have thought, "Oh, I have a pocket, Napoleon has a pocket and he keeps his tots in his pocket. I could pretend I have tots in my pocket." I love it!!! He is so fun! Yes, Tucker and Napoleon!

I feel so good.

2005-09-17T22:24:00.000-05:00

Tonight I feel like life just seems to envelope me like a warm blanket. There is peace in my life. The day has been chaotic and frustrating, but tonight the sky cleared, and there is peace again. My husband is wonderful, my kids are so full of life, my home is under control, and work is fun. I can't always say that everything is great, but tonight, it is! Thank you God that there are times in life when we can smile and see a glimpse of your peace. Life should be a lot lighter than I make it. Thank you for this chance to smile and see life as wonderful!

Lasso the moon

2005-09-13T20:00:00.000-05:00

Tonight as we sat on our back porch, my little two year old son Tucker came running out, "Mommy, the moon!" "Yes, Tucker, it's pretty isn't it," I replied. This is a nightly observation that he makes. As he stood excited and amazed at the sight of the moon, I continued checking my email not thinking that anything was different tonight than any other night. His next reply made me stop typing and marvel at his amazing mind.
"I get my tractor out of the barn and get the moon down." In his tiny little mind he was sure that he could get the moon down. He continued to pull on Darren's arm and request, "I get my moon down." I am not sure how the tractor was going to help in the process, but it was really not an impossibility to him.
I pray his dreams always stay that big and that he really believes them.

11 months

2005-09-11T21:11:00.000-05:00

It has been 11 months since Darren and I began the journey of Exit 59. Exit 59 is the name of the church plant that we are doing. Yes, it is not the typical name for a church, but it fits. We are at Exit 59 off of I-69 in Indiana. A bit obvious.

Church has become fun for me again. My life has changed. I used to hate church. It didn't seem to resemble the church that I read about in Acts when people were on fire for God and really loved each other. It seemed more like a social center where people were seen and were busy. Now church is real to me again.

Today was our first Sunday to have two services. It was incredible! Why does two services matter? It was just a milestone. Not that numbers really matter, but the energy there was so exciting. People were passionate and excited about the new year and what was going on.

I will remember today. It was very special. I love church again. I love doing ministry when it isn't about performance and when it isn't about me. It is all about what God is doing. This sounds clicheish, but it is true. I have really had a change of heart and am loving it! Oh, and by the way, we are teaching through the book of Acts this fall!

Help my Friend!

2005-06-24T22:17:00.000-05:00

Freedom. What does that mean? Trapped in misery. I know that there are straps connected to me that I cannot untie. I get a tiny glimpse of where I could be without these straps, yet the vision is like a mirage and quickly fades. Some are trying to untie the straps, while others are retying them as quickly as they come off. Away! I just want to be away. Where do I go to find freedom? Where do I run to be alone?

Safety. What does that mean? I have played the games and the parts of what others wanted me to play. I have been their puppets. Now it is my turn to run and be me. Who is me? This person hidden deep inside. At times I hear her crying out. She only speaks for a moment. Then she is quickly silenced by the other players. Where is it safe for her to come out?

Tomorrow. What does that mean? It has been my answer for many days. Tomorrow it will be better. Tomorrow I will stand up. Tomorrow I will escape. But tomorrow has not come. When the sun comes up, the day begins and I am once again in today. Tomorrow will have to be tomorrow.

Life. What does that mean? Is this what life is? Is life just surviving and pretending? I see others who know what life is. Why can't I get to where they are? Won't somone untie these straps? Please let me run! I need Freedom! I need Safety! I need Tomorrow! I want Life!

I forget!!!!!!

2005-02-22T22:44:00.000-05:00

Notice my blog's web address. nancycampbell2! This is because I can't remember my password to my other Blog! How could I be so dumb? Oh, well. Goodbye nancycampbell.blogspot.com.

My friend

2005-02-22T22:32:00.000-05:00

My friend Christin, is so great! She always makes me laugh! Even though over 3000 miles seperate us, will still keep in contact. Christin describes a situation like no one else . Like today, in reference to her husband's former boss, she used the word "troll". Who uses the word "troll"?
After seeing Napoleon Dynamite, she referred to getting her husband "some skills". If you knew her husband, you would know that he is not what comes to mind when picturing someone who needs "skills". I still laugh and laugh every time I think about that.
There are people in life who think like you do, and laugh at the same things that you do. They are sometimes few and far between, but when you find them, they are friends always.

San Francisco

2004-10-01T22:23:00.000-05:00

This is my second attempt at writing about San Francisco. I was already to publish it, and then my explorer closed on me and it wasn't saved. My precious memories and writings gone forever. They are off in cyberworld..... Oh, well. I will rewrite and go on!
Since I last wrote, I have been to the coast! Oh how refreshing! Darren and I visited San Francisco last week for our 9 year anniversary! Wow, 9 years. I feel old! This was our 2nd visit to San Fran. I love it! I am not sure why the city clicks so well with me. It is ultra liberal...I am not. It is artsy...I can't draw a stick man. It is very hip...I am not sure I fit in that category. It brings out a part in me that I did not know existed. It makes me want to move to the city and live in a townhouse on Nob Hill. It makes me want to be metropolitan. It makes me enjoy eating in Chinatown and eating something that I saw hanging from the ceiling that afternoon!
It causes me to try new things! The adventurer in me comes out!
My little town in the middle of the cornfields seems quite boring and same old same old when I return from San Francisco. I guess maybe after I had lived on Nob Hill, it would be the same. I find it hard to convice myself that it would become boring. Oh, the midwest is good for clearing your palette. It cleanses the soul so that when you do travel you are ready to taste new and exciting things.
Traveling always reminds me that life is huge! Day in and day out in my normal routine and can make me think only of myslef and my needs, but when I travel, I realize that life goes on everyday for everyone no matter where they are and everyone's lives are very different yet so much the same! Well, maybe that is too deep for tonight.
Until next time....
-dreaming about San Francisco