Its 2am and Im finding it pointless to pretend like I can sleep. Im lying in the dark in a tent at this overcrowded rv park in Moab listening to the violent bursts of wind thrash my rain fly and the nearby traffic. The air mattress Im on is helplessly flat, despite pumping it up right before bed, leaving my body contorted in these odd angles as I lay on it, and my 8 year old, wrapped in her sleeping bag, keeps kicking me in her sleep. ... And I find myself, BLISSFULLY CONTENT. My mind is rewinding through the memories of the day, hiking through the smooth shaped rock hills, swimming in the frigid pool and soaking in the crowded hot tub, laughing as we told goofy stories to each other , exploring an old fossil and rock store, making up a new type of pizza for us at a local restaurant and then overdosing on ice cream before snuggling up to watch a movie in our tent. And then laying here in the middle some of the restless night, I scroll through the Facebook feed to hear about my friends lives across the world and somehow my life feels even more full and beautiful. I am grateful at times for sleeplessness because it gives me time to think of all those people and things I love in my life.
Posted on: Sat, 19 Apr 2014 08:22:43 +0000
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