Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Carlsbad Sate Beach--Camping Trip

Are you sick of camping posts yet? Sorry. Just skip this one and come back tomorrow.
Or, take a look at these pictures with me.
Memories we are building together--these are precious days.

Sometimes I am consumed with a desire to stop the clock. James will be six on Friday. I can't help but think that in twelve more years he will be off to make his mark in the world. It isn't very long. It's why I am so passionate about keeping my kids home with me. It is for such a short time. It doesn't always seem that way, but when I look back to that most amazing of days, I know it is true. Time is flying.

And so this camping trip, those moments we had to stop doing everything else and just be together, is precious to me. It motivates me to make more of these moments, whatever they may be.
It means we take the "crazy road" every time because the kids love it when I go fast over the bumps. Even if it's a little bit out of our way.
It means I say yes, when they ask me to push them on the swing.
It means we go on hikes together as often as possible and stop when they want to throw rocks or look at a bug or climb a tree.
It means dreaming together. Of climbing the Eiffel Tower, seeing the Grand Canyon, or riding bumper boats.
It means being together as much as we can because the days are short.
And oh how I will miss them when they are gone.

Setting up camp
Helping Daddy build the tent
This makes me want to stop
time
So does this
My heart aches with love for these gifts
Breakfast at Pannikin
Aaron and I went there when we were dating
And look at us now!
Little friends joined us
Camping hair
Camping everything
James overcoming his fear of the waves
He got washed under and came out OK
Lilly's turn!
Her favorite phrase right now
She's not afraid of anything, that girl
William understands the meaning of
relaxing on the beach
Toes--enough said
This tree was a spy base, a ninja hideout, a pirate hideout, a rebel base
and probably other things I don't even know about
I love it when my man has a chance to relax
I love it when my girl steals her brother's beanie
William's turn!
He decided to brave the icy water on day 2
Then he came back to me
I love it when he wears his Daddy's hat
O boy, o boy how I do love him
Lilly and Daddy took out the skateboard
Granny and Dziadzi, Auntie Kristen and Jack all came to visit
The sunsets were beautiful
Of course we had to have bacon for breakfast
That hat made the rounds
(PS how sad this is the only picture of me.
If you ever see me with my kids, will you please take a picture of me.)
One last skateboard run
Uncle B came just in time to help us pack up
So did Nana and Papa
Thanks guys!

And so, I urge you, yes urge you, to make making memories a priority. There are a million different ways to do it. It just takes a little more time, a little more effort, a little more thought.
But it is so worth it.
Because before you know it, your baby will be 6, then 10 then 20.

From one of my favorite poems by Andrew Marvell
But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near.

And now like amorous birds of prey
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball:
And tear pleasures with rough strife
Through the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

Love from,
Greta

4 comments:

Julie said...

Funny post by one of my friends this morning:

Pamela: I just realized that every event I attend I am like a mom, taking pictures of everyone else and never me. It's like you are a ghost person:)

Rachael: I think motherhood is like it's own lost civilization: We know they existed, but there isn't any hard evidence....just legends.

I always have my camera with me and yes, I will start taking pics of you and the fam!

Lillian said...

The picture of the kids eating at he Pannikin confirms it.....Lilliy looks just like you when you were that age. I love that picture. I love this blog. Bravo!
Ps. I will try to remember to always take pictures of you and the kids....they will be a poor example next to yours, but I will try to do my best.

Anonymous said...

I can't think too much about my children growing up OR when they were smaller. Makes me cry every time...
Sophia

Annie said...

I love this post! When your kids get a little older, you will have more pictures of yourself. Jonny is nine now and he loves taking pictures, so I am finding myself in more (still not a lot, but more). :)