Camping

We spent this weekend at Grayson Lake in Kentucky. I felt kind of bad leaving and doing something recreational. But it was the last time we could take the kids out for the year and it needed done. There wasn't a cloud in the sky the whole time we were there.

We took the kids out on the pontoon boat and let each kid have a turn driving. The reflection of the sun on their faces and the wind in their hair was so sweet.

We went through the woods and searched for geocaches, or treasure hunting. The kids played on the playground and ran around practicing with their foam bows and arrows. After we were done and settled in for the night, we could hear the other campers singing around their campfire. Sweet guitar and many voices mingled to make the most beautiful hymns you can imagine. The sky was so clear with just a sliver of moon. As I sat there listening, disconnected from everything, with no idea of the time and no need to know, I felt like this was the closest I could get here on earth to the place those I love have gone before me. To have no rush, no worry, no need for anything but the admiration of the simple beauties that are all around us. I know one day I will get there and share it with them. It will have to be enough for now.