I know. This doesn't usually happen. It's not often I'm caught completely lacking in the word department. I am somewhat frustrated because today's outing is worth the telling. But no matter how hard I try, I keep coming up empty. I just hope the photos will tell our story.
A Day Trip to Days Bay
As always, I am thankful for the beautiful harbour city we live in. I may not always be thankful for the wind or the biting southerly when it blows through, but it is still a beautiful city.
I love that we can experience the thrill of being on the water, the wind in our faces, and the salt spay tousling our hair. The hum of the ferry engines vibrating through our being as we hit the throttle into open water. Watching the white wake trailing off into the distance behind us.
But the biggest thrill of this moment, or any given moment, is just doing it with you. Doing life with you, my precious family. Joy and wonder, or apprehension and fear, it's about experiencing these moments with you. Laughing when you laugh, and kissing away your tears. All the while, thanking God for you.
Each of you, a God-given gift.
He knew you three were meant for me.
He has known it from the Beginning.
You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it. You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed. How precious are your thoughts about me, O God. Psalm 139:13-17