So, I've been thinking.
About how amazing this opportunity is to be here, in Alaska, for the summer.
Our usual visit of two or three weeks whizzes by with such speed that it is nearly over by the time we settle in. But this time feels so different.
Luke asked me last night when Daddy was coming as I wrote some things on the calendar. I flipped the page to July and said Daddy will be here in just over a month. A month.
And that's when it hit me.
I want the kids to look back on this summer with a heart full of memories. I want them to see a picture and smell the salty air and hear the seagulls. Feel the cold damp air on their cheeks. I want them to remember the smell of the forest, always, as they tromped through it in rubber boots and crinkly rain jackets. The thrill of riding the zipline down the hill. I want them to pick handfuls of berries for eating and for jam making. Buoy swings. Mud. Mosquitoes. I want them to walk with me by the ocean every day that we're here and celebrate the sun each time it reaches through the clouds to shine upon us. The good kind of tired after a long hike up a mountain. Marshmallows. Bonfires. Family. I want to write and write and write. Take a zillion or so photographs. Try something new. Laugh. Knit. Explore.
So there it is. An accidental manifesto of sorts.
And how about you? What will you do for your summer? How will you make memories?
I'd love to know…..