Visiting my parents in London:
…our annual visits were filled with playgrounds , museum visits, jaunts around the city, and family time with Grandma and Grandpa. We’d set off exuberantly in the morning, baby carriage and backpacks filled with snacks and sandwiches, and return in time for tea – exhausted and bursting with stories to tell of our day’s adventures.
My son, a whirling dervish of excitable energy and high spirits, lent our days exasperation and laughter. By the time we were ready to pack and leave for home again, Ben was ready to go. He was already looking ahead to life back home.
…our visit was replete with jaunts to museums and art galleries, and long walks through places well known and well loved. Everywhere we’d been, we’d been before. But we saw with new eyes. We experienced in new ways. My once-restless son was a keenly observant and delightful traveling companion. Humorous, thoughtful, and brimming with interesting perspectives and insights.
Sometimes, I miss the then…but I treasure and am grateful for the now.