Smells, smells.....isn't it amazing how smells can transport you to a different time in place? The smell of Bath and Body Works lotion takes me back to high school, the smell of chocolate pie takes me home, the smell of the ocean takes me to Australia..... I could go on and on. I remember as a kid when the door opened on the plane in Honduras. I would always take a huge whiff of air and tell everyone, "we're in Honduras."
Nothing takes me back to childhood quicker than the smell of campfire. Growing up we really didn't do vacations. Our vacation was two weeks at Lake Greeson, camping for a week in Florida, camping for a weekend at Albert Pike. You get the point. My Mom always wanted me to have a sense of adventure but she did it on a shoestring budget. Growing up all of theses camping adventures were tent camping. Now don't get me wrong, I always loved being outside and exploring, but tent camping never really excited me. I can't tell you how many nights we would wake up because it was raining and our tent had sprung a leak, it was lightning really bad and mom was scared because of the metal tent poles and would make us sit in the car, or would have to set everything up outside of the tent the next morning by the campfire to dry everything out. There was even many memories of going camping and totally freezing under all the covers.
Those are good memories don't get me wrong but when mom ventured out not long ago and bought an RV on Craigslist, I can't say I will ever miss sleeping in a tent. This camping trip was absolutely magical. It was amazing! It was awesome to have somewhere dry when the rain came, soft to sleep on, and a warm place when it got cold. Not to even mention an oven, bathroom, and DVD player to watch Sound of Music and Mary Poppins on New Year's Eve.
Many of our friends and family that we grew up camping with came by and visited, we played pie face, threw rocks in the lake, ate tons of food, and of course sat by the fire. I don't know what it is about a campfire but it just calms the soul. We had a fire pit that Josh and I built in our Conway house. I can't tell you how many nights we would come home and just sit outside, but in the last three years we really haven't been anywhere where we needed a campfire.
This campfire was just something special though. I loved sitting by the fire telling stories, laughing, and just making new memories. Life is always good by the fire. What is a smell that takes you somewhere?
I have taken a challenge this year. Take my personal pictures, add quotes and thoughts to them and post one every day. Sound easy enough....Well before I would comitt I made myself finish the first six months. I am so excited about this. Follow along and join in!
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Well Christmas in Florida felt a lot like Christmas in AU. It is officially winter here, but the last two days have been mid 80's. We woke up early Christmas eve, drove to Cocoa and went to see 800 Surfing Santas. There was a "church service", Christmas carols, and a lot of picture taking. It is a free event but raises money for cancer patients and for the surf museum.
After we watched everyone, I got my board out and wanted to try it out. I stood on the edge of the ocean to gather my gumption, and totally chickened out. We ended up driving to an inlet to practice on smooth water. After we finished playing in the water we met our landlords, ate some shrimp, and then headed to church.
After a hot Christmas eve, we decided to try something a little different. We woke up early to drive watch the sunrise on the beach, and then headed to Orlando, Gaylord ICE show.
We had fun in the 9 degree temperature, I was so smart and packed clothes for us to put over our shorts, but I seemed to forget socks or shoes.....HAHAHAH oops, our feet FROZE! After we looked at all the ice sculptures we spent some time tubing, racing, and laughing.
Since we were so close we headed to Disney Springs to try a sandwich like I always had growing up. Turkey, dressing, cranberry sauce, and mayo sandwich. It was so much fun. After all that fun we headed to the airport to pick up Josh's mom. Not our typical American Christmas Tradations, but we had fun. It was nice to be closed and actually just get to hang out.
On our way home from Savannah, after two hours of carpool karaoke with 80’s and 90’s country music, we decided to make a quick stop in St. Augustine. I mean when one of the top ten places in the world according to National Geographic to look at Christmas lights is close to our route, why not?!?!? Let me just say, they did not disappoint. It was AMAZING! The atmosphere, the lights, the sounds, the colonial feel mixed with modern, this place should be on everyone’s Christmas bucket list.
Since we are SO far away from family and should only really close on Thanksgiving day... Josh and I compromised, we closed Thursday and Friday and drove up to Savannah, GA for an amazing southern Thanksgiving.
As you can see in the previous post, I put up the Christmas tree, a little early. I know, I know, but after being in Australia, and no one there really celebrating Thanksgiving, we really came to enjoy the Christmas decorations starting at the start of November. I mean if you are going to spend that much, why not enjoy as long as possible. HA!
The other day we did finally take a small break from work and head over to Disney Springs. Now, if you are a old Disney fan this is the former Downtown Disney, but if you are like me and had never done ANYTHING Disney, it was all new. Some of my cousins (Joyce, Doug, Abby (their daughter), her family, Hunter (their son) and his family) from Arkansas text us and let us know they were coming for the week. We decided to drive the looooong, one hour drive, to Disney, eat at the T-Rex cafe, play with Legos, and honestly meet their kids. I am so embarrassed to say I had never met any of their kiddos.
If you know me very well at all, you know I am pretty much an open book. Ask me whatever and I will tell you, sometimes you don't even have to ask me, as a kid we had to have secrets between home life and school life, and I made myself a promise, never again. I really don't have many secrets, life is just too short. Josh and I actually laugh now about all the things I told him about my life on our first date, but hey he called for a second date a month later. (It was both of our worst dates ever, but that is a whole different story)
I say all of this to say, I have probably told you the story about us getting robbed, but to be frankly honest with you, it NEVER really bothered me, or even cried about it until I put up the tree this year. It is crazy how things hit you.
I did tell Josh I did not want the tree up in our house, so I had kind of noticed I was associating the tree with the robbery, but just ignored it. I guess the association is new though, because I loved the tree so much it actually made it in the small storage room, to be saved while we were in Australia, but I guess time changes feelings. This year while I was fluffing the tree I just had a over whelming feeling of emotion about how lucky I was to actually be fluffing the limbs again. I know....the worst part of tree trimming.
We decided to share our family/friend tradition with people in Florida who have welcomed us with open arms. In Australia there is a show that we loved to watch, My Kitchen Rules, the contestants need to grocery shop, prepare their "home restaurant," cook and get ready in a certain amount of time. That was exactly us, we have been running around so busy lately, we didn't have time to do all the pre-party prepping. The pictures below are honestly taken 30 minutes before everyone got to our house.
St. Jude was my first marathon and will always hold a special place in my heart. Anyone I talk about St. Jude Marathon weekend, I get goosebumps. The humble feeling when running through the complex, giving high five to patients, parents, and care givers is incredible. Letting them know they are the true heroes is a feeling everyone should experience. I love the amazing feeling of encouraging the families and letting them know, they are not alone. It is a weekend everyone should attend in their lifetime. I always tell people when asked about the marathon, “If you can run that marathon without crying, you are NOT human.” The weekend is a true definition of community in every sense of the word. I have so many amazing memories from training with friends, reading the signs during the race, and the environment of just being there.