Thursday, December 30, 2010

Fireflies and Tuna Cans

If one were to travel north from the Detroit area along M-25, a lovely road that hugs the shoreline of Lake Huron, eventually you would come upon  a small town named, Port Sanilac.  Just about a mile past the town's only traffic light, tucked away on the right-hand side of road, lies an oasis from the desert that is city life. It is a place called, "Holiday Beach Resort".  Resort is really far too pretentious a word to describe what is essentially a very modest, recreational vehicle campground, yet it is a place of respite from the toils and travails that help to define most of our existence.  Its allure rests not upon its man made amenities, for its grounds boast very few of them. It is rather the lack thereof, that makes the place so enchanting. It is where one can still choose how to spend one's own time, because technology doesn't dictate the choices for you. It is a place where a summer day is reminiscent of days long past.  Where meals are eaten, not according to the clock, but according to when the stomach growls, the badminton game has ended, and the last sandcastle has been constructed.  It is a place replete with shooting stars and fireflies, and the sounds of a crackling campfire upon which marshmallows are carefully toasted.  It is the place that my husband and I chose to get to know our children, and maybe each other, as well.  It is the place where we came to realize that in order to have memories to cherish, one must take the time to make them first.

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