Being in Saskatchewan is lovely. I have been distanced enough to be able to appreciate it but I don't feel the same ache I usually do. It's gone. I don't feel the longing or the attachment anymore. I just feel, well, lovely when I look into the fields of long wheat and canola. When I feel the wind whipping my hair around. It is lovely.
There are people and places in my life that will always leave a lovely ache. Memory is a powerful thing and should not be underestimated. This weekend was a time of memories, of remembering. Remembering a marriage and the life of two people and to watch how God has blessed them.
And He has.
He really has.
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