My First Real Signs from The Other Side
I booked a little mini-vacation for our family to go "camping." I use quotations because my idea of camping is in a small cabin with a full kitchen and bath... on a campground. My husband and two children traveled 45 minutes away from our home to a relatively local KOA campsite in Lillian, Alabama. We arrived around sunset. It was beautiful, peaceful, and quaint. There is a long steep downhill that leads to the bay, there's a playground, your very own fire pit, and other fun little things to do. It's not too much or too little, but it's just enough to get away. We rented a Deluxe Cabin. One bedroom, futon couch, full kitchen, full bath, a television with basic channels and air conditioning. You know, classic camping. I brought along the book I'd been reading, Signs by Laura Lynne Jackson. I was about halfway through and started to read it while the kids played outside. I read a specific sentence that surprisingly stuck with me. Nothing profound. Just a date,