The island floated alone on the horizon—a tiny blip of land cradled by miles and miles of ocean. The faint glow of the lighthouse’s lens circled around and around, blinking welcome and drawing all eyes. When the ferryboat arrived we piled in, a skiff jumbled with different faces and colors and stories. The journey over was enchanted, complete with miles of uninhabited beaches, shimmering water and wild ponies.
This family vacation felt like paradise, especially when I looked into the shining faces of my two young sons. My little guys were like coiled wire, ready to spring at any moment. Exploring the lighthouse grounds, combing the beaches, jumping in the waves…the only regretful part was that it had to end...
I'm over at The High Calling this morning, sharing one of my favorite vacation memories. And, yes--I'm home from Haiti! I slept in my own bed last night, hugged my sweeties close. Bonnie is asleep beside me on the couch right now. She was so happy to see me that she kept biting my face--little love bites that she couldn't seem to help. I can't wait to tell you all about my time with the people of this beautiful country. Right now, I'm having trouble finding the words. But they will come. Until then, read about another island memory? Join me over here today for the rest of this story. Bondye beni ou.
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