Over two months...

since my last blog. Time seems to have escaped me as does sleep these days.

So because I have so much to share, I am going to post little tidbits in several different entries.

I have had so many blessings, and favorite moments, that no doubt I will forget to mention some of them and if this personally affronts you, then my apologies in advance. I pray you gently remind me so that I might elaborate on my blog. My memory seems to be challenged these days in the face of menopause and all it's side effects.

I begin this reminder blog back on April 30th, 2010. We took a night flight down to Florida. We passed over Tennessee. I have done fairly extensive flying and NEVER in all my flights have I seen the likes of what I am about to attempt to put in to words. I have seen lightening from the airplane, I have seen it above and below, flown through clouds etc.

I do not typically sleep on planes, so despite my lack of sleep I was wide awake in the middle of the night flight and grateful. I even awoke a sleeping Jeff beside me to fully enjoy the spectacular sight.

As we flew over Tennessee we were unaware of what was to come. The storm that drenched Nashville, eventually flooded The Grand Old Opera amongst many other landmarks. For us however the light show was, bar none, the most spectacular storm viewed from above the clouds. The best way to describe the scene that unfolded before me looked like cotton laid out in layers with white chasing Christmas lights lighting up the cotton at various time and in various locations simultaneously.

Meanwhile Dad and Stephanie were on the ground driving through Tennessee, or rather attempting to drive through Tennessee. Eventually they ended up staying in Jackson for two days as the roads were flooded. So, their traffic and weather disaster was by far the most spectacular storm to view from the top.

My favorite thing: realizing the old adage of things being better at the top applies in many situations.