in the midst of a storm in more ways than one.
we walked the beach in the pouring down rain
and the wind blowing a gale.
i loved it!!
looking out over the ocean the storm grew stronger
you could see it coming
and yet in the midst was clear sky at times.
long, honest conversations.
tears, hugs, silence.
and he remembered a card sent me years earlier from a friend
its in the valleys that we grow
though the mountains tops are wonderful
its in the valleys that we grow.