Back from Vacation!

I didn't get around to posting last week. I was able to go with my hubby on a business trip to Vegas. We stayed for two extra days for a little vacay and some much needed R and R! (and we were celebrating our 30th anniversary--can you believe it? Where does the time go?)

So what do I read while sitting by the pool? My own book! Sierra always gets me hooked, even if I do know the ending!!

We stayed at the JW Marriott, far away from the hustle and bustle of the strip. It's an amazing place to stay when you're in Vegas. It's a resort and the grounds of the hotel are beyond GORGEOUS. I could live out my life there and be perfectly happy. Seriously. This place is BEAUTIFUL.

See what I mean? This is the view from our balcony. We had french doors that opened up to this every morning. BLISS! The soothing sound of rushing water met our ears at every moment of the day.

While my hubby attended to business, I sat in the room next to the opened french doors and worked on my final revisions to The Middle Aisle. Life just doesn't get any better than this! The faint sounds of the radio drifted to me from the grounds of the hotel. (The radio plays softly throughout the grounds)

 I had a little . . . moment too.

I was on the last few pages of The Middle Aisle.  The song, Marry Me by Train, came on over the sound system. This song has always been a huge inspiration to me as I wrote The Middle Aisle. It played as I finished the last few pages, as if I was watching a movie and the song was recapping the events of the story. It was perfect and made me smile. I END the Lancaster House story at the end of The Middle Aisle. I could probably write more, but I don't want to ruin it by dragging it on and on and on. Know what I mean? Sometimes I think it's best to end it while everyone is still enjoying the story and is not SICK of it.

I cried when we left. Yes, cried. I know, silly. But, it was such a relaxing week, even if we were working while there. And the beauty is like a balm to my soul. I miss it.

But, we're back home now and back to work, back to the everyday rigors of life.

But, ah, the memories.