She loves the pool and the ocean and theme parks and alligators and stairs and wild peacocks and feral cats. I admit she’s not crazy about getting dressed or 12 hour car drives,
Leila took to vacation immediately, soaking up the rays like a Snowbird in Del Boca Vista. Her elfin tongue consists of “b” and “p” words, making her key vacation vocab: “beach, pool, ball, bye-bye, and bird” run together. But everyday, as we came through the wooded path to the beach and she first caught sight of the ocean, she would inhale and point excitedly, as if to say, “It’s still here?! I’m so glad it’s still here!”, which is exactly how I’ve always felt about it too.
When I was a child, the ocean was the biggest thing that never scared me. I remind myself of that as I zipper little girls into lifejackets like a land-locked maniac. I was scared of fireworks and the pulp in my orange juice. But, as a child, I wasn’t scared of the ocean. And as an adult it’s one of the few things that I don’t think…”hmm…it’s not as big as I remember it.”
We’re back and I’m grateful for rest, family, and the euphoric smells of sunscreen and saltwater, . But mostly, here at the start of Holy Week, as I hope to be a bit quieter, a bit more prayerful, I’m grateful for the One too big for me to outgrow.
“Aslan” said Lucy “you’re bigger.”
“That is because you’re older, little one” answered he.
“Not because you are?”
“I am not. But every year you grow you will find me bigger.”
C.S. Lewis Prince Caspian
Say it Clive. Have a peace-filled week Friends.