The place is so big, I’m not entirely sure I know how to find the way out—or how to reunite with my kids and husband after a trip to the washroom. But I just follow the children’s squeals, and I find them again.
After our disappointing experience in New Jersey, I’m weary when Dan shows me a picture of a nice campground in Florida. It looks nice on the screen, but I have an inkling it won’t be as nice in person. Dan seems really excited about the place, so I don’t say anything.
Ten years ago, I sat on this same swing and breathed in the ocean breeze. And for a moment, all was well in the world. Now, ten years later, as I sit here with my three beautiful children and we swing to our heart’s content while looking out onto the water, the happiness is just as palpable as all those years ago, when it was just Dan and me on a great adventure across Canada and the U.S.
Dan and I have to stifle a giggle when the priest announces that there is a pancake breakfast after mass.