There is one weekend each year I miss Tiny Village. Labor Day weekend was the biggest weekend of the year. It was the Big Event, which was a homecoming. We'd have 500 people in the church Sunday night, and it was one of the highlights of the year. Then on Monday Daughter and I would make our annual trip to the County Fair, where we'd check out the kids' 4H projects and visit with people.
It's getting easier, now that we've been gone 3 years. On this Sunday night, though, I still find myself remembering. Remembering and longing. One of the wonderful young women who came with her family every year for the Big Event posted a couple of videos from tonight on Facebook. It was bittersweet, watching the videos. I was glad for a glimpse, and wish I was there. I shared the videos with Daughter, she was nostalgic, too.
Most of the year, I'm delighted to be right here in Capital. Things are going well. I'm feeling blessed. One weekend a year I miss the place we spend 14 years. I'm grateful for the time I had there, and I'm glad I'm here now. I love my life.