Decompression

A week ago today, as we drove the last bit from I-40 to Gatlinburg, the kids were tired of riding in the car and just wanted to "be there." Lots of asking "how much longer" and general restlessness. And yet, somehow, on the last little bit of the trip, as soon as we saw the sign welcoming us to the Smoky Mountains, decompression happened.

They became quiet, looking out the window. The familiarity of the place worked its magic and they relaxed, admiring the scenery and the river and the sunlight through the trees. It was as if the restlessness was suddenly gone, replaced with the sense of wonder and peace that the park brings.

Young as they are, they remember the place and love their time there. Just like their mom and aunts and their camping friends and their GranB. So wonderful.