I used to look forward to camping. I love to be outdoors, by the river or lake fishing, takling bike rides, cooking out...things you can do anytime but just have a special meaning when you are camping. My oldest daughter rarely asks for breakfast burritos, but you can bet that when we go camping, she is going to ask for breakfast burritos. Laura could make them anytime, but they just seem so much better in the camper.
Last night I made a fire and we had s'mores. I may have had marshmallow in my beard, and graham cracker crumbs all over me, but we had a great time. Everything smells better, tastes better and feels better when you are outside. I guess the reason this camping trip means so much to me is that I was not sure I could still hook up, pull and back up the camper since my stroke. This is one more camping trip I get to take with my family; one more time I get to get to go fishing with my kids; one more time I get to sit by the fire at night. Life sometimes is hard, but days like this remind me that it is all worthwhile if I take advantage of what I can do, rather than griping about what I can't. In fact, I think everyone would be better off if they would appreciate what they can do! If you've never been camping, I suggest you go!