Lots would change though as this weekend approached I anticipated all the new memories we would be making and trying to recreate old ones. Letting go and holding on became a whole new meaning. The're both really hard to do, but satisfying all in itself.
I woke up early to start the fire, make coffee, and remember in the quiet what it was like when my dad was here.
That lasted two seconds.
Remember my mom, and all the cooking she would do, makeup done, and hair just so. I'm guessing I looked closer to this as I clearly neglected the beauty department this weekend.
But who cares, I could still see through crusty eyes, let go of some nutritious habits, and hold on to what's so dear to my heart.
Camping has changed, and letting go, well...... I just have to, its part of life, but holding onto to things unfolding in front of me, are treasures that can't be destroyed, or bought with any amount of money. Family, friendships, and sharing my faith is why i'm here.