Yesterday, my mom, dad and I headed to the cabin in the mountains. It was the first time my mom had been there in months. We brought along the oxygen monitor as suggested by the cardiologist, just to keep an eye on things. She did great and so did my dad. The scenery was just gorgeous on the way up. Pockets of yellow aspen trees dotted the landscape in among the evergreens. We spotted a young buck near the side of the road and stopped to take some pictures. He obliged as he stood tall and struck several poses. Just before we got to our place, we honked at a friend’s house to announce our arrival. He came over and spent the day helping my dad get some winterizing projects done. He calls my dad his “Little Buddy” and my dad calls him “Big John”. The size difference is remarkable – so much now that my dad jokingly asked his friend if he was still growing. For lunch I made a big pot of chicken soup using some vegetables from my sister’s garden. I put the finishing touches on the apple pie that my mom made the crust for and put it in the oven. There is nothing like the smell of a pot of soup and apple pie on a chilly fall day. But eating them was even better. We headed home just before dusk and spotted so many deer we couldn’t keep count. We even saw a few elk. It was a tiring day, but such a nice break for the three of us. We were all very grateful.

I Found God today enjoying the small details of a fall day.