I really did fly over the sea and go to the Land of Ire. I really did lay my body down on a rock and look into the crashing ocean many, many feet below me. I really did live in a cottage with a red door and make french press in the mornings. I really did hold a Harris Hawk (his name was Juan). I really did just take a hike to a castle...multiple times.
Ireland was real.
But so is Auburn.
And they are both beautiful in their own way.
Feeling thankful today, even if it's a crazy day. Life is just too beautiful not to announce that every once in a while.