What I didn't tell you about was how strange it was to be back in this paticular camp site.
Strange because it was so familiar, like it was just yesterday since we were there last.
Strange because we could hear the laughter of the kids running around, our kids.
Strange because we could smell the campfire burning.
Strange because we found a piece of carpet that Chad is sure came from his parents house. It was tucked under a bush.
Strange because we could feel the presence of Chad's dad.
We made a pact while we were there. That we would come back to this spot, with our whole family. That we would bring them all here to camp and re-create the good times we spent here.
Only this time, we would be the mom and dad and it would be our kids and grandkids. And our kids would feel the same way we do. When they come back in 20 years. Because they will want to. And, they will have to.
We wrote letters to each other while we were there. That first picture of Chad is while he was writing his. The one below it, is him holding the bottle that we both put our letters in. The next picture is of him burying it next to the tree.
Since then, I have tried really hard to remember what my letter said, but the memory has already faded. I haven't asked Chad if he remembers what his said, I don't want to know.
We promised each other that if anything ever happens to one of us, the other will come here to retrieve the letters. I'm hoping it will be the kids who come back for the letters. I never want to do it.
