My inspiration for this record of my days:

“The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make. . . . I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less” -Anna Quindlen

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Skipping rocks

I don't know how we didn't get more pictures of Lake Erie State Park!  It was one of the most magical places we found!

On our way from Niagra Falls to Kirtland, we spent a night here.  There were hardly any other campers, and the park was so beautiful!  We parked right by the lake, which was perfectly calm.  The shore was covered with thin, flat rocks that were PERFECT for skipping!  Eli could skip these rocks.  Heck, even I could skip these rocks!  The older kids could send rocks skipping so far that they would disappear on the horizon before they sank.  Seriously magical!

There were more fireflies and a nice nighttime rain.  We wished we could stay longer!

1 comment:

  1. Awe, memories. There's something really satisfying about people you love enjoying experiences that you've loved. I guess I should try doing more missionary work. Somehow the success rate isn't as easily attained as a day in the Ohio.