In the seasons of life, there are, one finds, changes that come so gradually, they are scarcely noticed. Quietly, one chapter closes, and a new one begins. Life changed somewhere between planning the evening meal and getting the kids to school, and you missed it. At other times, the change is so big that you know it right away. And that’s what we felt on our recent vacation.
When College Grad decided not to go, we understood it. He was now in the work force, and school loans were due. While we supported his decision, we knew we’d miss him terribly. After all, on the last trip, the head count had been six. The thought of returning with only five was tough, and so we were thrilled when Inspector Gadget’s friend hopped along, holding the head count at six.
There is something about mountain panoramas that’s deep medicine for weary souls. Especially if the mountains are far away from where you work and clean your house and keep a schedule. Far away, in other words, from your normal, workaday life.
Driving through the Ozarks where the clouds hang low at the edge of the road, cares left behind at your old address, it comes. Peace, stealing soft into heart and mind. Peace, and simple happiness. For these seven days, it’s you, this lavish beauty and those you love best in all the world, all of you together in your flip-flops.
When one vacations with boys, one finds that she must accept a certain, well, kind of vacationing. Embracing this from the outset will help that one to settle in and have a good time. Which is what this “one” chose to do.
For our crowd, I knew it meant go-carts. Amusement parks, two days and a water park for one. It meant mini golf and IMAX, shows and swimming, all of that and a play. In other words, it meant nonstop action.