We're a small town. Not quite a thousand people call it home but home it is and there is emerging a certain and careful pride about living here --- a careful pride.

 Since being scratched out of the granite boulder flood plain a hundred years ago for cotton fields, since being a stopping post for wagons bound to grand ranches along the Colorado, since growing sandwiched between the expanding City of Marble Falls and the visionary dream of Horseshoe Bay by the cousins Hurd, Cottonwood Shores has remained stuck as a place between.

 "One plus One is Three.

The One. The Other,

And the Space Between.

In this Place is Everything."

 Cottonwood Shores, like many small communities, struggles. Streets are not yet paved. Non-existent streetlights don't yet illuminate walking paths not yet laid down. The water system leaks, the sewer system yet held hostage.

 And yet---

 We, Cottonwood Shores, find ourselves in the Space Between and believe it or not, for real --- in this Place is Everything.

 It feels good to live and work and play here. It feels good to see our little City struggle. It lets us know we're alive and growing and moving always towards something better. Hear! Hear! The Hear, here is that sandwiched between what we were and what we're becoming, makes the There, HERE.

 Sorry about that. Read it again. This is where it's at baby!

 Just stroll into Josh's new Java Bean Coffee Shop. He's got a smile that looks like a coffee mug handle stretched sideways ear to ear. He radiates joy in being in that special space between. His business is doing better than he hoped, already. A steady stream of coffee aficionados drive through or walk into, the jubilant colors of coffee and cool.

 Josh is the first of many businesses that will find this Space Between on Cottonwood's Shores, as a great place to be. There is a sense of expectation, of something special coming.

 It is.

 p.s. I know it's Thursday, not Monday --- but I've been working carefully on what's coming!