I have been remiss with the journal of late, involved in preparations for Balboa’s wedding. Our youngest daughter has found a mate–a fine, beautiful man. I will be away a week or more, as we travel far north.
We are so looking forward to the celebration–a small wedding beside an ancient, deep blue lake high in the mountains. May it only be cooler there than here these past few days!
You know how poorly I travel, Noah. I must harness all my strength for the trip. Still, I promise to take notes and catch up a bit upon my return.
Oh joy! I can’t wait to tell you all about it.
May you and the village be at peace,
I hope you have a nice time at the wedding.