Camping at the end of March. Balm for the soul. Cold days and colder nights. Fire and wood smoke by day and by night. The lake to our back and loved ones in front of us. Winds so strong we had to come home one night. Wind but no rain. First driving experience for my fifteen-year old. Come to think of it, first for the thirteen and the nine too. The nine didn’t like it too well. Too scary. Only lasted a few seconds. Food and song. Little boys and big girls running and biking and rocking out to U2 in the car together. Talking about church and family and government and living while huddled around the fire. Drinking my brother’s freshly roasted coffee, ground and pressed. Discovering that trees and lakes and fires and coffee make all things more easily discussed. Making my fifteen year old stop the car so I can run across the field and get pictures of the full moon. Throwing myself down in the field to get the pictures. My cell phone falling out of my flannel shirt pocket and laying there all night until I come looking for it the next morning. Trying to call it but not hearing it since the ring tone is chirping birds and we are in a field with millions of other chirping birds. Seeing the sunlight reflecting off the blue metal when I’m about to give up and doing the happiest I Found My Phone Dance with my dad right there in that field. Talking about how it’s kind of worth losing things to experience the elation of the finding. Playing games and eating food that always tastes better than it does at home. Cuddling under seven blankets at night. Family Morning Prayer by the water in the early morning sunlight. Knowing I can go forward from here. This is enough. It’s always been enough.
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