It’s a beautiful day here in my little corner of England – the sun is shining, it’s 55 degrees, the sky is blue. It’s the kind of day when, were I in North Carolina, I’d don a warm jacket and a scarf, sit in a coffee shop, and stare out the window at the loveliness – a welcome break from the steaming, sweaty days of a Southern Summer.
Except I’m not in North Carolina.
I’m in England.
And when the sun peeked out from behind the clouds this afternoon, I straight threw my baby into his stroller and ran out the door in a desperate attempt to soak up every. single. morsel. of vitamin D dripping it’s way down from the sky.
I wore a short-sleeved jacket. I bought an iced latte. I sat on a bench by the river and thought to myself, “Gosh, it’s a bit hot.”
In North Carolina, this is a pleasant winter afternoon.
In England, it’s a sign that God has not forsaken us.