Matt and the boys and I spent most of the last week of summer holidays up north in the Sault area, visiting family and celebrating the wedding of my brother and his finacee. The time spent with loved ones we don't see very often was wonderful, and the wedding was a truly lovely, fun, and meaningful event, set on the sandy shores of Lake Huron at the summer camp where Frank and Meg met and where many of us spent time as kids and teenagers.
Late into the dark evening hours the night of the wedding, I sat on the beach by a crackling campfire with other guests who were singing and playing instruments, and I looked up in peaceful awe at the myriad of stars that twinkled quietly in the sky above us. I had one of those powerful moments of feeling then, a realization that I had looked up at these exact same stars in this exact same space so many years ago, and that in that time since, so much had changed, and yet in some ways, nothing much had changed at all. We are all older now, and wear on us the marks of our successes and failures in our pursuits, in our relationships, in parenthood, in life, but somehow under those stars I felt that in spirit, I was still that same fourteen year old girl who years ago was right there, finding her own way in a world full of both heartache and joyful wonder. And it was warm and comforting to be surrounded again by so many of the loving hearts and faces who have played such an important role in helping me become who I am today.
The wedding was an absolutely perfect end to the summer, and we enjoyed ourselves so much that shifting gears into back-to-school mode just two days later seemed sudden and honestly, sad. There were anxious tears, and grumblings, and butterflies in stomachs on Sunday and Monday, but the boys got off to school smoothly yesterday and now we're all (well, some of us still more than others) excited to embrace the adventures of a new season. I hope that this year will take each of the boys on the path they want to go, so that when they grow up and find themselves one night looking up at a breathtakingly beautiful sky full of stars, they too will feel a deep sense of peace and contentment.
When he was small, my youngest son had a habit of filling his pockets with treasures he encountered in his daily adventures. I didn't always understand the value he saw in his chosen objects -- really, how many rocks and sticks could one boy keep? In his eyes, though, each one was beautiful and important. Life is just like that on a larger scale, isn't it? We gather up the precious bits of our experiences and save them all to learn from and enjoy later. Perhaps you'll find a little something here that you'd like to keep in your own pockets. Thanks for visiting.
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
A starry night sky
Labels: family life
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