I'm really looking forward to our family vacation in Europe--we're heading to the Netherlands for a boat trip through Friesland with the Greydanus tribe, and then to San Sebastian, Spain. But preparing for a family trip always feels to me a bit like climbing a mountain (mainly made of laundry). I keep checking things off the list but then adding more--not that I'm complaining!
Dog food, cat food. Bills.
Prescriptions. Clean out the fridge.
The list keeps growing.
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A view of the ocean. A car containing sand and soggy wetsuits. A house full of books, boys, laundry and love. A poem, a picture, a rumination.
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