Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts

Thursday, October 27, 2016

A Weekend Spent Camping

Camping is one of those activities in which I look so forward to, wonder why I ever decided to go while there, and then once home kind of wish I was still there.  My parents took my brother and I camping many times as teenagers.  We always stayed in a tent and always ate pasta salad because it only involved boiling water.  Camping was all about free time, roasting marshmallows, and breathing in that crisp, clean air in the morning upon emerging from out tent.

That was then.  This is now.  Now I'm the mom. My husband didn't grow up camping and has no nostalgic memories he's trying to relive. And we have small children with us.  Camping is not very relaxing as there's a lot of parenting involved. ("Get that toddler out of the street." "Don't let him near the fire." "I suppose you can walk to the jumping pillow if you all stay together.")   And never did I know how much my mom had to pack. (I have a hard enough time planning meals at home when all supplies are within a few steps. A spatula is required when making french toast! This time of year we need warm clothes and cooler clothes.  And don't forget pillows!!)

However all that said, I look back through these photos and wouldn't trade the weekend for anything. There were memories made, friendships strengthened, and really yummy food eaten!  It's nice camping with people who know what they're doing!!  (Men with a really big propane griddle who make hibachi chicken for dinner!)

Cherokee KOA Campground or Bust!!

We are blessed to have children who love road trips.

The views from the Blue Ridge Parkway amazed us all.  Jesus blessed us with a beautiful day!  His creation is truly awesome.

Fall foliage!!!

And we arrived!  Let commune living commence.

This is how five toddlers keep themselves busy in the great outdoors.

The Jump Pad was a hit with the preschool group.

Sully learned to slide all by himself.

Down he goes.

And has the static hair to show for it.

Again, again!

Escape from everyday life did feel really good.


The first two times we camped as a family included staying in a tent.  Now with five children and being pregnant, I thought a cabin would be the way to go!


The other four families each have their own camper.  The kids all seemed to embrace our cabin as the community play house.  Big kids hung out on the porch.  Younger kids played "family" inside.

This quaint, two-room cabin fit our family nicely.  Here is the "master bedroom" with Pooh Bear "master bath".  That thing was priceless with having Rylan who's only been potty-trained for a few months.  And it was possibly used by an adult in the middle of the night too who shall remain nameless but didn't want to walk to the bathhouse in the dark!

Sully slept great both nights in his pack-n-play at the foot of our bed.

Philip and Rylan shared bunkbeds as usual, but...

their sisters, Braewyn and Juliet, slept in bunks on the other side of the room instead of in the next room over like at home.

Although we did a lot of group cooking, I found a few recipes I wanted to try over the campfire.

Our English Muffin pizzas turned out really good actually.

Sully enjoyed his pizza despite leaves falling onto his plate.

They must have been really good because lunchtime led right into naptime!!  That boy can sleep ANYWHERE!

Rylan enjoyed sharing some leftover olives with his friend Lizzy.

This campground had lots of fun things to do including an indoor swimming pool.  Swimming while looking at the fall foliage out the windows was a great experience.

All tuckered out.

Not sure if these banana bikes were pregnancy approved but they were pretty fun.  

The rainbow jumping pillow may have been the kids' favorite past-time of the weekend.



I think these kids were the first ones awake each morning in the campground.  I was glad I had packed boxes of doughnuts because they made a good early morning snack on our front porch.


Pajama-clad toddler roaming the street in the crisp morning air.

Thankful for some friends who told me about Mingo Falls, just a few minutes drive from the campground. (Here's a look at the whole gang!)


Some of the older kids ventured up beside the falls.  Made us moms a nervous wreck.

Sully: "Why can't I climb up the falls?"
Ollie: "I'm feeling pretty good staying right here."


Funny how kids react to things.  Rylan was so scared walking along the path (there was a steep drop off on one side) and terrified of every dog that came near.  Looking happy here.

Proof that kids can be happy just playing with dirt.


Sadly, time to return to civilization.

“There is no one like the God of Israel. He rides across the heavens to help you, across the skies in majestic splendor." Deuteronomy 33:26


It was a quiet ride home.

This face right here says, "Camping was great!!!"  Looking back on it now, I think we'll try it again one day.  Sitting beside me while I type this post, Rylan has said about 20 times he wants to go camping right now.




Wednesday, March 09, 2016

Remembering is Healing

Eight months have passed since my Dad's funeral.  I am no longer in the blur that lasted through the fall and holiday season.  Think I am finally ready to now relive that day through my memories and photos.  It is a day I've wanted to push out of my memory, but doing that would take the celebration of my Dad's life with it.  He was a great man who lived a great life.  As hard as it was to plan, the day we officially said goodbye to Dad was everything it should have been.

Remembering the special things that made him him in letters read from Dad's boss Kelly, Mom's doctor and friend Dr. Dunn, and my Grandpa whom none of knew would pass away five days later.

Hearing our pastor read passages from my Dad's Bible journal and glimpsing into his heart.

Reuniting with family members after too many years and knowing that Dad would be so very happy for us to be spending time together.

Seeing the large group of his Amazon co-workers arrive at the funeral all wearing tie-dyed company t-shirts.  We were later told that they knew Dad's favorite company shirt was the tie-dyed one.

Seeing the photos of Dad with his grandchildren, my brother Mike and I, and his wife, our Mom, on the screen while the song, "If You Could See Me Now" was sung.  We missed him terribly but our confident faith of where Dad was now sustained us through this horrible day.

After the funeral, all of the family in town plus some special friends came to our house for a lunch. The funeral was at 10 am and would be followed with the graveside service at 2 pm.  There was a hitch with the funeral home and so that's the way things ended up.  It worked very well as the break gave us all a chance to catch our breaths.  Matthew and I have hosted Thanksgiving meals, Sunday School parties, and other occasions when our house has been full.  That day there were a lot of voices but only one I desperately wanted to hear.  It broke my heart and still does knowing Dad's voice will not call to the kids or tell me hello in my house ever again.

The graveside service was brief but well said.  We wanted to keep it private so the time separation from the funeral was a blessing again.  I really don't remember much of the time there except for letting the balloon go afterwards.

While Dad spent his last few days in the palliative care hospital room, I wanted to bring some color to the room.  I stopped by the store and went in looking for a butterfly.  I found it and let it stay with Dad for the next day.  After he passed away, I brought it home but knew I couldn't keep it long as the memories were too hard.  The cemetery was where I would bring it.  At the close of the graveside service, I held the string but then told Philip to cut it above where I was holding.  The breeze caught the butterfly and it sailed upward.  We watched it fly for almost 10 minutes until it was no larger than a pinhead.  Symbolically for me, that was Dad's spirit flying to Jesus.

Dad's "butterfly"

Family dinner with our extended family from up north

Dad's casket at the visitation

Memories

Dad's Veteran's flag

Mike and I with cousin Jeff 

My oldest two at Papa's grave

The inscription on the casket vault

Beautiful sky displayed God's splendor

This is a stone in the prayer garden at Hatcher Gardens.


I'm glad I can share these memories with you.  Remembering is healing and I don't ever want to forget you, Dad!  I will always love you.