This was our 16th year for the conference and I’ve never missed one! It’s a highlight of my year and a wonderful chance to get to visit with dear writer friends. I’m part of the ACFW executive board, which always meets the day before and the day after conference (and again in January) so it’s a long, but fun week.
This year was extra special since our oldest son drove up from Houston and spent a couple of days with us in Dallas. We hadn’t seen Tarl since Christmas, so it was a real treat to have him there and get to introduce him to some of our friends in the publishing world.
This rustic campground is truly one of the most beautiful spots I know. If I were tasked with designing the streets of Heaven, this is exactly how they would look, with all my dearest family and friends living in cottages on the same pretty street, and in our backyards, the rocky beach of the rambling Jacks Fork River. The only sounds in this place are the gurgling river, the rustle of falling leaves, and the occasional walnut plunking onto the roof of our cabin.