day 123: on the road again cont'd
"Does that water have sharks in it?"
"How much longer? Are we there yet?"
"Can I make a craft out of baby wipes?"
"Why aren’t you letting me drink anything?"
Oh, the joys of what’s supposed to be a 5-hour dash in the car that slowly, mile after tedious mile, turns into a 10-hour journey. That was today. I have never known traveling to be having my foot on the brake more than on the gas pedal. Until today.
Yet with every mile that s-l-o-w-l-y ticked away, the excitement and anticipation rose exponentially. McK said it best. “Mom, you know how big Jesus is? Well that’s how much I am excited!”
And by all 3 girls’ actions when we finally arrived at the beach house, their anticipation was well worth the wait. I thought I had a hard time keeping track of them in our `1500 square foot house. Now, with a large house and 3 stories and decks around the entire thing, I have no clue where they are. (Aaron, I’m kidding, I’ve kept them in sight at all times…kinda). But they all managed to follow me to the car to head for dinner….at 8:20. That’s what vacations are for, right?
And that’s what my head keeps going back to. This is a vacation. And technically, the very first one ever, our inaugural, for our family. But not really our family, cause we’re minus one. And so my heart (and my head) keep telling me this isn’t right. That we shouldn’t/couldn’t really be here without him.
Beach or not, I miss him. Still.
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