Imperfection is a Good Thing
There are some things I just can’t do, and that is a good thing. I just got back from a camping trip with my mom and children. It was a lovely two night stay at a small lake that is just about a 2 hour drive from home. We had the place to ourselves, the wildflowers were in glorious bloom, and the children made a lot of good memories. A pair of bald eagles graced us with their presence and we got to see them dive for their breakfast. We had a lovely hike at dusk and could see for miles from the top of the hike. We identified some flowers we didn’t know the name for before. We had laughter and joking, played card games and cooked over the fire. A friend and her son came to visit us for an afternoon. The last evening we had a yoga session on the green grass overlooking the lake, at sunset. At bedtime the children giggled over a movie in the tent while I sat by the fire and wrote in my journal. The frog song during the night was epic. The stars were glorious. The water play in a creek we s...