After an agonizingly long drive, we joined Kevin's family in St. Simon's Georgia for our family vacation. The weather has been great and we have enjoyed being together. There a lot of kids (6 under the age of 3) so it is pretty chaotic at times, but we are having fun.
Cambel, who is afraid of nearly everything, is somehow not afraid of the ocean. Small bugs, spilling a drop of milk, going down to the basement alone--yes, all these incite fear and trembling. The ocean, with its immeasurable depth, crashing waves and shifting sand--no, no fear. I love the ocean too (love might be an understatement. I mark time by our trips to the beach. I could sit all day on the beach listening to the waves and letting the sun bake me until I can feel warmth in my bones--I know, not exactly in keeping with all the skin cancer warnings. I love to walk on the beach in the morning when it is quiet, and at night when the sun is setting.I sometimes cry when our vacation is over and we have to leave the ocean. So yes, to say I love the ocean really doesn't do it justice). Perhaps Cambel, along with the numerous anxieties that have descended to him directly from me, has actually inherited one non-dysfunctional characteristic --a love of the ocean. Maybe he, like me, senses that although God is always present, that somehow on the shore of the ocean He is "more" present, the essence of His character echoed in the constant crashing of the waves.
...or maybe he is just a kid who loves the beach.
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You are totally making me jealous, because if there is somebody who loves the beach as much as you, it is me, who is sitting here in Indiana, which happens to be landlocked.
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