Sunday, June 29, 2008


As a child, I never really got a chance to travel much. Sure, my family moved a lot, but we never really experienced the quintessential family vacation. You know the one I'm talking about. Take a road trip to someplace fun, like Disney World, or educational, like Gettysburg. Same stereotypical events - dad yelling at kid to be quiet; kid punching annoying little brother; playing "i-spy," or some variation of keeping-the-kids-busy-so-they-don't-make-us-crazy games. It wasn't until I was grown and married that I experienced my first true vacation.

Shortly after we were married, Jonathan and I spent a week in this quiet little town called Edisto Beach in South Carolina. It was like what dream vacations were meant to be. It was quiet; it was restful; it was ideal. Every summer since that first one, we have ventured down south to spend time lounging on those quiet, almost empty beaches. Waking up in the morning, stepping onto a deck and looking out on the ocean...peace really describes it best.

One day, God willing, we will take our kids to Edisto. For now, we enjoy the time we get to spend together watching dolphins, dipping our feet in the surf, and watching the sun rise and set over the ocean.