It was only our second time camping with our little camper so there were still a few kinks to work out. We are figuring out a routine of how things need loaded and what needs brought along. There were a couple hiccups as things got forgotten, but nothing we couldn't make do without.
I managed to get us ninety percent packed Friday so that when my husband got off work we could head out quickly. We knew we needed to be home before noon Sunday so that we could still meet up for family lunch. It gave us all day Saturday to just enjoy nature and family time.
When we camp we all get less sleep. We are up later but usually wake at the same time, sometimes earlier. We skip the baby's morning nap unless she grabs it as we hike but we do still try to take some time to rest in the afternoon.
This trip we got to explore and play in a lake. I hadn't thought about it but it was my preschooler's first time in a lake. Having grown up around a lake it hadn't occurred to me the newness of seeing it through my kids' eyes as they experienced it for the first time. There was sand! There were waves! Look at the boats!
Even making the hike back to the campground solo, carrying two crying kids and our stuff was still a memory worth making. (One kiddo got sand in her eye, the other cut her hand on a rock, and Dad was back at camp already making dinner.) We got to see a whole group of deer eating, take evening walks, and even took a whole family, snuggly nap.
We got home, unloaded in record time, showered and made it to family lunch just a few minutes behind schedule. There is no question that I am completely exhausted. But it is the best kind of tired I could ask for at the end of a weekend. It is a tired full of memories made, moments shared, and treasures to cherish.
I'm so grateful for our camper. I'm grateful for this trip. I'm grateful for the beautiful memories we made and will be able to keep making. I'm grateful for my girls' love of nature and getting dirty. I'm grateful the baby can be entertained for hours with just the gravel of the camp pad. I'm grateful for the renewed life our trips have brought out in my sweet dog, who is 14 years old. I'm grateful my preschooler is so inquisitive and wants to learn about everything. I'm grateful for my husband's sense of adventure that equals my own. I'm grateful to just say, "let's do it." whether "it" is a last minute trip or swimming even when I forgot a suit for myself. I'm grateful to seize the moment and live fully.
What is your best tired? What is your favorite way to seize the moment? How are you finding ways to live fully even in these odd times?
May we find plenty of moments to live fully. May we embrace the moment and float on the waves. Have a beautiful day!