Oh the 90s. It was a good decade in my life. My boys were little. They loved me unconditionally, didn’t yet see me for my flaws and failings, didn’t know I wasn’t speaking to God, looked up to me for everything.
Some of our best vacations took place over those 90s summer times. Summer time and the livin’s easy. Camping at the beach was our favorite thing to do.
There was the time we went to camp at the beach in Delaware. One jeep. One tent. One 3 year old. One 8 year old. The 3 year old screaming in the shower as I rinsed the sand off his little body. Digging giant holes in the sand. Falling down on the last day and getting boo boos and me, a nurse, with no first aide kit! Hopping on a boat to go look at dolphins.
Or the time we went to Virginia Beach. One jeep. One tent. One 7 year old. One little sister. One little dog. Sister being a good back seat driver by screaming stop at the top of her lungs when We were half a mile from the red light! Teaching the same sister how to drive standard on the jeep in the campground. Being woken at 3am by yet again the same sister because she heard a noise. The noise? A sassy raccoon eating the little dog’s food. Chasing after the raccoon when he stole the entire food bowl and ran into the bush! Saving the night by retrieving the food bowl.
Then there was another camping trip to Virginia Beach. One jeep. One bigger tent. Two little dogs. One 9 year old. One 14 year old. Bee stings. Throwing the little dogs into the tent so we could take off to the beach for the day. Returning to find the same little dogs outside the tent, sitting atop the picnic table waiting for us. How did that happen? Putting them back in the tent. Sneaking away to wait for what they would do. Watching the chihuahua (who I always thought was a wee bit daft) take his little button nose to patiently open the zipper on the tent to escape! Haha!
Oh those camping trips. Such sweet memories of fun, family. Ocean breezes. Cool nights. Campfires. Roasting marshmallows.
Isn’t it amazing that even though I wasn’t speaking to God in those days, his goodness and mercy and love still applied? To me. To my boys.
I am remembering forward. Knowing what I know now these sweet vacation memories are even more sweet because they let me praise God even more than before.
Hosanna in the highest! Praise God from whom all blessings flow!