my summer vacation

He received two (2) sets of wings from his first two plane rides to get us from Corpus to Houston to Greenville. We managed to ride the "choo-choo train" around the airport to make the two-hour-layover experience that much better. Our time in the mountains with my family included a lot of creek-play time: throwing rocks, stepping into the icy water, and hunting for salamanders. We took hikes, urging Eli to walk as long as he could before we loaded him into the backpack. Each night we played a little baseball in the driveway while Papa cooked out. He raised and lowered the flag each day, part of the daily practice at our family cabin.We baked a cake for Honey's (my mom's) birthday, and enjoyed the view of the blue, Smokey Mountains from the porch.
Then we returned to the coast just in time for Family Camp at Mustang Island Conference Center. There Eli got a lot of time on a surfboard, and met a few new friends. He and his new friend Lucy were inseparable; they both cried when it was time to leave.
Back to school; back to work. Those days of discovery, exploring; days of too-late naps, and missing bed time because we were having so much fun are still with us, as memories; carried in our hearts or even deeper, down in our bellies. Where the deepest spiritual memories reside.

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