Some of the sweetest childhood memories I have took place in the summer. One of my favorite things we did as a family, was take trips to our family cabin. There were always great adventures to be had. My brother’s and I learned how to fish. I remember watching my Dad fly-fish and thinking how he made it look so easy and beautiful. (Never did quite learn how to fish that way.) My Grandmother would take me on nature walks where she and I would pick wild flowers and place them in a vase when we got back to the cabin. During those walks she had a precious way of pointing me to our Heavenly Father –the Creator of all my eyes were taking in. I remember one of those walks where we came across a patch of wild raspberries- ripened by the sun, nothing tasted so sweet. In the afternoons, I remember sitting on the covered porch playing Yahtzee, listening to the rain hit the tin roof and watching it come down in sheets. When the rain stopped you could count on that sweet smell and my Grand-Dad asking any of us if we wanted to join him for another trip back to the lake to try and catch our perfect rainbow trout. Not too long ago I was visiting New Mexico and Russell took me back to that Old Cabin. Someone else owns it now. It still looked the same, but I realized very quickly you can never go back to those moments in time. I will treasure those times and they are great reminders to me to make the most of each moment THIS SUMMER!!
