Life's a Trip

I wrote this over Spring Break this year and forgot about it. When I came across it today, it brought me good memories and happiness. Do you journal on your trips? I probably would've forgotten this crazy adorable lady if I hadn't written this. 

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This crazy adorable lady with white hair and tan legs stopped my sister and I yesterday and asked to take our picture. We were dumping the sewage from the motorhome that we had driven to Texas for a Spring Break mom’s trip with our collective six kids. We camped next to her and her moustached and suspendered husband for three nights on the beach and every time she looked out her window she cackled and said, “I just love you girls.” 

Later, when I realized I had left the lights on and ran the battery down, Mr. Moustache and Suspenders jump started our motorhome with their beach jeep. They wouldn’t take any kind of payment, I knew they wouldn’t. The crazy adorable lady had a smile all the way across her tan cheeks when she said, “I just love you girls.” 

The next day, during a quick trip into town for sunscreen, we had a small(-ish) fender bender and rolled back into the campsite next to our new friends with the side mirror duct taped back together. As soon as we pulled in, I could hear the crazy adorable lady through her RV’s open kitchen window. Endless cackling… “I just love those girls."

Life’s a trip. Take it.