When most kids are out for summer break, we’re still busy doing “school.” Even in our temporary state, it’s a beautiful thing to live in such a way that learning and life are one in the same– where a new boxed set of Roald Dahl’s books bring delight and an explosion in Jonah’s budding reading abilities, where all we really need for daily entertainment are a box of legos, some wooden blocks, and a good supply of paper and crayons– where the baby learning to imitate sounds and say some words is the funnest “toy” to play with. We’ve learned what mocking birds look like, we’ve listened to them ramble in Robin and Warbler and Cricket. We’ve swam in warm, turquoise ocean and learned first hand what it feels like to touch jellyfish (ouch!). We’ve see a snowy egret catch and eat a fish right before our eyes, spent an afternoon with an American Green Tree Frog sticking to us with his miraculous toes, swam every day learning to hold our breath underwater, dive, and venture from the safety of the steps.
But, here, far away from anything familiar, in between places we can really call our own, the most important lesson we’ve learned is that home is where we are together.
(Photo by Barry. For more pics of our Alabama adventures click here.)
