I’ve been looking through some old pictures lately to find the perfect ones to add to a collage wall I’m working on.
When I came across this one I had to stop in my tracks:
Because a swell of emotion came over me like never before.
It was taken on a little boat in the middle of Ha Long Bay in Vietnam during a little trip when we lived in China. That was “our boat” overnight.
The seven of us all together.
That picture took me instantly back that moment and everything that surrounded it and made me so incredibly grateful for pictures that can freeze time. I remembered the moment we pulled up to that boat in a little water taxi, our eyes as big as saucers that that was where we got to be. We had a little “crew” that cooked for us and even gave us a little “cooking class” that night surrounded in darkness with the twinkle of other boats in the bay and the sound of gently lapping water against the boat.
I remembered the little kayak trip we took in the afternoon and how the kids jumped off the roof as the sun sunk behind those jagged mountains popping out of the bay all around us, and the conversation that ensued while playing games on the rooftop that night.
So much gratitude and love that we got to have that moment in time (much more about that and the concept of “thin places” back HERE.)
And that we have things like pictures and little video snippets that bring it back. And make our hearts ache with missing and gratitude.
I’m sure there was fighting and squabbling here and there, tired kids and a whole slew of whining, but as I look back I just see the “glistening whole” (a term my sister Saydi always uses that I love).
And I am so grateful for it.
So this morning when Lu and I walked to school I snapped a picture: