I'm not sure I can even write this post without crying. I want this weekend away SO BADLY...and I'm not too hard to please. It's just that timing is hard to work out...
I'm also betting that those of you who know me can guess what I'm about to write...
Go ahead. Guess.
My very most ideal weekend is camping near Lake Superior. No rain...or possibly only rain at night. Because who doesn't love the patter of rain on the tent at night? Sooooo, maybe one beautiful night when we can leave the rain fly off and look at the stars. And another night with the lullaby of rain.
We'd make pie iron biscuits for breakfast to go with our iced coffee in mason jars.
There would be no mosquitoes.
We'd take long walks in beautiful places. And maybe we'd bring our bikes along and go biking, too.
We'd sit on a pebble beach listening to the waves crash on a windy afternoon (that's the night the rain will come). We'd face the wind with our arms outstretched and let our souls fly free for a while.
We'd read stories and play games and make smores around the campfire at night.
There would be drawing and guitar playing and crocheting.
We'd watch for birds and identify trees and clouds.
We'd talk about life and God and people. And listen to good music in the car. ...and stop at a cute small town coffee shop on the way home, just to make the trip last a little longer.