The bags are packed, the apartment is clean, and all we have left is one final game. The championship game. Whether we win or lose tonight, I’m thankful we made it this far. Because our boys have been winning, we have had 10 more days in Missoula. We have been able to witness the beginning of fall. Leaves changing colors, temperatures dropping, the things we miss out on at home. We have had more time with friends and more than one champagne bath. This summer was difficult in many ways, but there is, as always, much to be thankful for.
For rain that washes away wildfire smoke.
For a wild bear sighting in our very own neighborhood.
For new adventures in new cities.
For living breathing lawn ornaments.
For one final ride on the carousel.
For champagne baths and hard work paying off.
For fall colors and pianos on the street.
For cheering so loud you lose your voice.
For yellows and reds and oranges in the sky.
For new friends…and a reason to come back.
Tomorrow we start the long trek home to Phoenix. Today, I give thanks for the people, the beauty, and the memories of Missoula, Montana.