Thanks

Crisp morning. Cool wind. Soft sunshine. The last pink trumpet blooms clinging to their vine outside the old barn. I live for mornings like this one.

I could never properly thank you all for the encouraging comments, kind emails, and generous donations that have blown in since last night. It makes me feel... well, it makes me feel as if I'm not so alone in this big undertaking. As if there is, really, a community of us here. A camaraderie of hundreds and hundreds that share the same hopes and see the same dreams. It's as if we walk together. Like Peter Abrahams said: "You can't walk alone. Many have given the illusion, but none have really walked alone. Man is not made that way."

I'm glad God didn't make us that way, and I'm glad you are here. This place - with all its pink blossom goodness - still wouldn't be the same without you, and I'd probably have given up by now were it not for you....

So thanks. I guess that's all I wanted to say today. Thanks. -Brin