I am nestled between my babies on the futon in my dad's spare room. The fire is on and the stars are out in overwhelming splendor. Just a few hours ago, before the sun set, Mount Blanca looked down at us through the front windows. Mountains are God's strength to me. Altitude brings me God's peace. I eat better, sleep more deeply, and breathe with gratitude here. What a beautiful place to celebrate Easter.

I have so much to be grateful for. God is doing amazing things, undeserved things, in my life. More on that soon. For now it's amazing to hold something breathtaking in my heart.