Monday, September 16, 2013
However, as soon as we pulled off the highway onto our street the memories came flooding back. There stood the Olive Garden that we had managed a meal with a nine-month-old Miss L. She made a mess and I am sure she had a fit. Maybe she had done okay. I just remember the mess. The hotel itself was hard to remember... that is until I stepped out back to see Matt and the two older girls swimming. I had to steady myself and keep composure. Memories flooded back. We had taken Miss L swimming a couple of times in the pool here after botched attempts at the beach with a baby. My dad never got in but he watched, took pictures, and wrapped Baby L up in a towel and kept her warm. I could see the picture in my minds eye... and I found it... the picture above.
We came out here Labor Day weekend of 2009. My dad had just moved from New Mexico to Arizona and was living with us for a time until he found his own place. We persuaded him out come to California with us. An adventure because California was never on his list of top places to vacation. We had fun... and we learned a lot about travelling on Labor Day Weekend or just travelling with a little one in general.
It's hard to think that then we only had three more years left with him. But they were good years. I am thankful that the Lord brought us here at this time to let me remember these things. And today I swam in that same pool with Miss L who can now basically swim on her own... and her two sisters. I could almost see my dad standing in the same spot laughing and shaking his head at the antics of my girls.
Thank you, Jesus, for this time right now.