Little Rock, Arkansas has our hearts in every way. We were lucky enough to spend Thanksgiving with Uncle Roy and Aunt Patrice in this lovely, heart-felt place where the woods are deep and the people are abundantly warm. It’s strange how time can slow down and the edge wears off… I wonder if the south holds this virtue or maybe it’s just Roy and Patrice.
John loved showing the kids where he grew up, went fishing, and looked for critters. John, Roy, and Johnny disappeared often looking for anything that moved. Charlotte and Patrice were able to work on knitting pot holders and preparing Thanksgiving dinner while talking about all the things that matter. I was a grateful bystander witnessing depth and goodness in every way. As I always say… please slow it down. There’s a magic that exists in Little Rock and especially with Roy and Patrice. I hope we can put a stone of it in our pocket until next time.
Things to remember: The Little House, bird watching, breakfast next door, Ozark Outdoor Supply, salamanders, Pinnacle Mountain, Roy’s place, beehives, Leawood, Timothy, yoga room, hummus, corn hole, woods, critters, fall leaves, Big Damn Bridge, Thanksgiving, Charlotte losing a tooth eating brussels sprouts, family, gratitude.