Monday, September 6, 2010

Sense of Love

What a joyous weekend we had! Impossible to capture them all....

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My eyes viewed nature's beauty at its finest...the way the fog comes off the river on a cool morning, sweeping softly across the smooth, glass-like surface below...or the moving artwork the frame of trees created above us, whether their shadows danced across the tufts of grass or floated on our tent at night, like painted pictures on canvas...or the many breathtaking views the sun can make, just by rising and setting each day.

I heard the songs from birds each morning, as their melodies would wake us with a sweet tune...and the serenading from the crickets and frogs each evening would lull us to sleep...or the quiet peace solitude can bring when the rush of life is allowed to pause for a day or two away.

The smell of a campfire drifting through the air all weekend...sweet pancakes and strong coffee...soap mixed with steamy hot water after a long day on the river...and even dirt, as the earthiness reminds you of the wilderness around you.

The taste of anything cooked over an open fire is delicious...the first bite of Grandpa Stew cool enough for your tongue to tolerate...of fajitas, especially when prepared by your favorite little chef...salty afternoon snacks on the boat...or sweet treats in the tent by flashlight in the middle of the night.

The feel of the sun's warmth, mixed with a cool breeze that rustles through the shady trees above, soaks into your skin...of the shocking first plunge into the chocolate river...the hug from the campfire that welcomes you on a crisp, chilly morning or comforts and toasts your PJ's before bed...

But none of those compare to seeing those you love experiencing joy, hearing the sound of laughter from your child, the scent of your family and the memories each smell can evoke, the taste of something cooked with love, or the feeling of togetherness and family and how nothing else in the world matters in those special moments when you're with the ones that mean the most.

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"The best and most beautiful things in life cannot be seen, not touched, but are felt in the heart."


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