From the time I was eight years old I would spend a week or two each summer with my big sister. Sixteen years younger, I was always so excited to pack my bags for vacations of regular adventures. During those few weeks we would do a variety of things and travel to an array of different places. One day we might simply see a movie and visit a toy store; another day we might go to an amusement park. Other days, we would stay close to home and make a picnic lunch to enjoy on the deck or at a local beach.
So when our family's vacation plans fell through this past weekend, we decided we would still travel to our first original destination, my sister's house. We arrived mid-afternoon and upon entering her house my daughter whispered to me, "I love the smell and the feel of this house. I always have". I smiled, knowing exactly what she meant. We settled in for the evening knowing that a heavy rain storm was on its way. My sister prepared us dinner and we caught up, shared photos, and got in the first laughs of our time together.