








When we travel
, just like at home, the activities of daily life, of parenting take up much of our time. Cleaning up from one meal just in time to begin another. Soothing after a fall. Making sure everyone gets to have a turn at whatever it may be. Trying to help solve the challenges of sibling life. Picking up wet clothes. And so on.
Just like at home, but more so, there are moments of quiet beauty in the day. Some of these moments over the weekend occurred sitting by the campfire after the kids were sleeping, listening to the wind rustle in the trees. Feeling Cal run his thumb back and forth across my palm as we held hands. Noting the vastness of the ocean while the kids ran through the tall grass on the bluff above it. Abbott sitting beside me telling me what was on his mind, planning tours for the other campers. Such beauty we were so blessed with.
Time stands still a bit in these out of the ordinary times. It makes the long hours of preparing, packing, traveling, unpacking, doing laundry, all the extra effort, all so worth it.