Last weekend, my mother and I went away to Rehoboth.  We visited galleries, bought jewelry at (amazing) local shops, sat in an alleyway courtyard over long Lori’s breakfasts, ate seafood, watched two Chesapeake sunsets.  We spend an afternoon lying on a beach mat listening to the waves.

Over a lunch of fish tacos, my mom read that Rehoboth means room enough.  I love that.  When I got home, I researched some more.  It turns out Rehoboth is a word with long Biblical roots (which makes sense given this beach town’s earliest origins).  Somewhere, I found the word Rehoboth defined as a place of enlargement and flourishing…

A place of enlargement and flourishing… couldn’t be more fitting for this moment in my life.