My grandmother always had a camera in her hand. As I spent her final years with her here in Florida one of her great joys was taking pictures and then anxiously waiting for them to be developed so she could show her friends or mail them to relatives. Even though I saw her every week she’d still have an envelope with my name on the outside and photos of our time together on the inside.
I thought it was her hobby. Once she showed me a picture she had taken as a teen. It had won first place in a photography contest. My grandmother, a quiet woman who showed little emotion, seemed proud of her award. Having lived her life for her family this was something she had done for herself. But now I think my grandmother took so many pictures because she knew what I didn’t fully understand when I was in my twenties. Everything changes.
By the time I moved to Cape Coral my grandparents were in their eighties. My life was beginning and theirs was ending. Even though I recognized my time with them would be limited I never fully understood that when they held my children they knew they probably wouldn’t see them grow to teenagers. Grandmom took pictures because she wanted to capture precious everyday moments of our time together. She knew what was important and that’s time with the people we love.
I’m going on an adventure with my daughter! I get to experience her world as an athlete as we travel to two track meets. The first is in Arbon, Switzerland. Then we’re off to Los Angeles. Of course, I’ll take lots of pictures! Hopefully, I’ll be tech savvy enough to post notes and photos of our journey here as we travel. I’m also a fan of Instagram. Check for pictures there too.
Moment by moment we experience life. We get to choose whether or not to see those moments as a gift. My goal is to live every day knowing I remembered to say thank you!
I was seventeen surrounded by strangers on a busy London street. A sidewalk painting of Bob Marley had caught my attention and when I looked up my group was gone. At that moment, instead of panic, I felt a rush of excitement. Suddenly, I was on an adventure. I had to find my way back to our hotel, but first I had to remember the name of our hotel!
I knew exactly what he was going to say. We agreed to write a She said, He said post on traveling, and with one simple look I knew what was going in his post. It was not one of my best moments as a mom and wife but certainly memorable. Let me add that at the time I thought we were all going to die. We laugh about it now. I’ll leave it at that and let Eric explain what happened.
Last Sunday I began my Thankful Moments with My Kids, posts. I bet you thought I forgot and was going to miss this week. Nope. I’ve been working on MYSTIC all day. Now, I get to relax and remember all the great times our family shared traveling together.
We started going on adventures when the kids were two and six years old. Pennsylvania, Tennessee, New York, Massachusetts, Vermont, we planned trips every summer.
Then in 2007 we decided it was time for the kids to see different cultures. We flew to Europe. I have to say the highlight of that trip for me was Zermatt, Switzerland. The train ride to get there and then the cable car ride up Klein Matterhorn were breathtaking. It was the first time my Florida babies saw snow.
The view from our hotel balcony.
Our hotel. Beautiful!Kai enjoying some hot chocolate. A ride through the clouds.
The view down below.Every time I look at our pictures from our travels I am thankful. Thankful that we’ve shared so many moments together seeing new places and meeting new people.
I’m ready for our next trip!