The pieces of lives you can catch in the conversations had around a campground bathroom has always fascinated me.

 I was Listening to a mother, who has a significant Hudson River Valley accent while at the bathroom this morning. I will call her Sara. She was talking to a man she did not know out by the dishwashing station. They were talking about the cold last night. (It had been in the 30’s). She said they were in a tent. She said that hopefully someday they would be in a camper. That’s made me thankful for ours. It may be 31 years old, but it is ours, and it takes good care of us. 

Then I heard a little girl say “mom, can we go swimming?” “Later” was the answer. Sara shook her head and said to the stranger, “she just had a winter jacket on 10 minutes ago!”

love these moments.