We had some good meals along the way on the Stockbridge trip but one of my very favorites was this lunch in the courtyard outside the Red Lion Inn.

Fish and chips. Diet Coke. A good friend. A delicate breeze beneath an umbrella. Blue skies above.

It was divine.

There was a little bird, politely hopping around looking for something tasty. He finally found a french fry, happily flying off with his found treasure.

Whether it’s when we travel or just a stolen moment during our week, this is what it’s all about. Quiet moments with someone who understands us, fresh air, and time to slow down – even if for just an hour – help us to recharge and remind us that life is more than schedules and busy work.

Oh, to be as happy as a bird with a french fry! Now there’s a life goal I can get behind.