For the first 16 years of my life, my sister and I spent a glorious week out at the river with my grandparents (Nana and Pa). Our trip with them was usually the highlight of our summer. We would water ski, collect rocks, try to surf on rafts and play in the sun. Those days are by far some of my favorite memories. A couple of weeks ago I got to share a bit of my childhood with my children when we went out to the desert and stayed at Nana's for a few days.
My Pa died about 16 years ago and I've only been on the boat once prior to this trip. Many years ago my cousin was working on it in the garage and when he started it up I started sobbing uncontrollably. I was shocked at my tears and didn't realize a sound could bring up so many emotions. The noise of the motor reminds me of Pa more than anything else. He adored his boat and absolutely loved taking us out on it and I guess I've realized that the hum of the engine is somehow wrapped up in all my wonderful memories.
So, this time with children loaded in and a baby on my lap I cried again. I just couldn't help it.
August is a rainy season and we were blessed with awesome weather. Rain, wind, sun and thunderstorms. We rarely have lightning and thunder where I live so when I was awakened by the sound I jumped out of bed and ran to a window to watch.
Once the storm moved on a bit I went outside to try and get a picture of a lightning bolt. I got the one below right away and assumed I could easily get another one. Boy, was I wrong!
Another exciting part of the trip...quail!!! I had gone outside our first night to watch the sun set and heard all sorts of fluttering and chattering in the bushes. When I approached a bunch of birds flew to the neighbors yard and when I saw the adorable little feather on their heads I knew what they were.
Aren't they the cutest?!
All the kids had a blast. I'm so happy they got a taste of the river :)
Do you have a favorite summer memory or vacation? Please share :)