The second I stepped foot on the riverbank, the tears arrived, as I sort of knew they would. This homecoming, the first time back at the Salmon River in years, was everything all at once.
Liane arrived with her heart broken, grieving the loss of her dear friend and beloved brother. And in many ways, my own heart was in pieces too. (Aren't all of ours, if we are being honest?) But together we waded, and laughed, and remembered that even in the middle of the strongest storms, there is still room for joy, and love, and grace.
Gratitude, even.
