Linking up with Five Minute Friday today!
You know, like “Dwell in the house of the Lord?”
Nope. That’s not the kinda “dwell” we’ll be dealing with here today, folks. But, maybe, a little…
Oh never mind, just read! I never promised you the blog would make SENSE, did I?
When I was a teenager, my parents piled us in their station wagon and we drove through the night to Colorado. For a vacation. For fun, family times.
We did a vacation every year. Most of the time it was to a small cabin down by in the Lake of the Ozarks. There was a lot of fishing and so much swimming in a swimming pool so chlorinated that if we swam at night we glowed on the walk home. That was cool.
Anyhow, this time we were gonna try something new! Colorado! Mountains! Hiking! No catfish!
Needless to say, I hated it. It wasn’t my fault. I was a teenager. I hated everything. That was my job.
Ok, but there was this one part, that involved us going to a park that had cliff dwellings. I don’t remember what tribe, I am sorry to say. It was a lot of climbing around and exploring, and as per my usual lack of enthusiasm, I found it a bit boring. BUT, there was this: Dad made the epic mistake of referring to these wonderful, historic, very important markers of nation’s past and humanity as: (wait for it…)
I know. You probably had to be there. It’s not very funny, is it? I mean, now after all this time, it isn’t all that amusing.
But to me it still totally cracks me up. My dad and my sister and I, scurrying about all the artifacts, in our best Sylvester the Cat imitation, among all the cwiff dwewwings.
Ok, I tell you that story to tell you this:
I will never forget that vacation. I will never forget the silly laughter. My dad, very John Wayne, very General Patton, has a SUPERB sense of humor (I like to think he got it from me) and I love him. And even though our family vacations were sometimes a bit, uh, like those crucible challenges they put the Navy SEALS through before they can go out and get the bad guys, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Because, when I saw the prompt for this, I was IMMEDIATELY hit up with that memory and also, with such love and warmth.
It’s an honor to have the family that I do. My mom, my dad, my sisters. My brother. It’s an honor to call them family. They are nutball, totally (they don’t get any of that from me. It’s all their fault. They started it.) but I love them.
Now, let me tell you about the time my dad decided to QUIT smoking during a family vacation.
Seared. Into. My Memory.
Dwell: t. Dwell on the lovely. Linger over it. Ponder the past. Learn from it, the good and the not so good. I am so grateful.