this weekend was with our dearest, the ones who stood beside us three years ago on 8/28. at a camp in the mountains, we ate together and slept in sleeping bags and on couches and in pack and plays.
time didn't matter except for knowing when it was time to eat and time to canoe.
it felt perfect. and happy.
and ian laughed.
and lanterns floated.
and the coyotes started to howl as the fog drifted over the lake and onto our campfire.
and we watched as three floated over the lake, thinking on all that three years had brought.
we talked about god and wondered if maybe those days were a fraction of what heaven would be like. and when it all ended, before it ended but we had to start cleaning, i started crying. because times of refreshment remind me that we're not in heaven yet. leaving vacations filled with reprieve and entering back into the messiness of life feels like stepping outside of heaven after tasting its sweetness.
a foretaste of what is to come.