July 17, 2006 @ 12:00 am by sean
So I thought about posting about this weekend, and what I would say,
but lately I have been finding there is not much point for me to describe such things as this.
Not just because I have not mastered the English language enough to do so,
though that is a large part of it.
Facts are the best I can give, but facts cannot relay the feelings inside of me from this weekend.
Because besides the facts, there is also a history to this annual trip that goes back before I was born. And I have gone probably 18 of the 22 years I have been alive. And the family and family friends that go and the love between us and the good, clean fun we have no matter how old we get. And the river. The same river. But never less beautiful than the last year. And this the third weekend in a row with my dad’s side of the family. And hopefully a fourth next weekend and a life time in the future. And the trip up. And getting to hang out with cousins I do not get to hang out with too much. And the trip back. And the conversations. And the silences. And the idiosyncracies. And the putting my bathing suit on Saturday morning and not taking it off until even now.
Those all do something inside of me.
Something I cannot explain.
A joy that I can feel wanting to explode out of me.
But I do not know where it would go.
It was not just the family.
Not just the good, clean, innocent fun.
Not just the camping, nor the familiar campsite, nor the river and the canoeing/tubing/floating on it.
Not just the history and the plans for the future.
It is all this and the details of it that the good Lord has decided He would bless me with.
I wish everyone could have a family kind of like mine.
You are beautiful,
my sweet sweet Song.