I'm a lover of love who is addicted to Starbucks and goes through weekly phases of favorite foods. I'm a wifey to a firefighter and a dogmom to a grumpy Whippet. I love having lunch dates and dream of traveling the world.
I spent a good chunk of my childhood and teenage years camping. It was a family adventure, and we all loved doing it.
One thing was ALWAYS guaranteed to happen. It was going to rain. No matter what. If not the entire time, then for most of it. We always joked that a giant rain cloud followed my grandparents on every vacation. Even when they weren’t with us, they were obviously thinking of us when it started raining.
One of my most treasured memories is one of those rainy camping trips. My non-rain-causing grandparents were not fans of camping, so they would come and spend an entire day at the site with us. They’d take advantage of the peaceful surroundings, the family time, and the food, and then they’d go home and sleep in their own comfy beds. Not a bad deal! 🙂
I really wanted to ride my bike around, but it was raining and a little on the chilly side, so I was bummed that I couldn’t show Punkin (my grandfather) how awesome my bike riding skills were.
Always the inventor of random contraptions, he rigged up an umbrella clip to go on my handlebars so he could walk with me as I rode in the rain. He was my hero for the day.
I don’t know why, exactly, that memory is one of my favorites. Maybe it was because I felt important and that I mattered. Maybe because it was a lesson that there is no obstacle you can’t overcome. Even if it’s one as silly as riding a bike in the rain.
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