Summer vacation is getting into full swing around here and we’re being lazy and wishing we could just go live at the beach. We can’t of course, but the memories of when we’ve been there are oh so sweet. My husband’s family has always taken their summer vacation at a private camping spot on a very pretty river. They’ve been camping in that same spot for 50 years. It’s a magical place and throughout the year we find our minds drifting to that spot, counting the days until we can go back again.

One day, several years ago, my husband was looking for something in the back of the closet when he came across a pair of shoes that he always wore in the river. When he picked up one of the shoes, he noticed there was sand inside of it. That got him thinking about the river and the last time he was there and how something like that can take you back to a place. I’d better stop before I give away the whole song!

Anyway, it’s that time of year that people plan their vacations, some at the beach, some in the mountains, some on the open road. Wherever we go, it seems we always take a little something away from it. A ticket in a pocket. A ziploc bag full of seashells. Sand in a shoe…

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