Finding Joy in the Journey Part 2

Since we have returned from part 2 of our Spring Break I have been running a marathon but at a sprinters pace. I have finally had time to share about the journey.

Holy Thursday I waited for Phil to get home from work, packed up the van, letting Phil  sleep in the back and off to Nags Head we went. I won't lie I have been waiting for this trip for more than six months. My bucket list is not extravagant it consist of things I have always wanted to do but something always seemed to get in the way. Finding myself at the beach for sunrise Easter Sunday morning was near the top. When I told my mom about this adventure last year she thought it sounded like fun so she and my dad joined us.

However, I was not prepared for the events of the weekend. As an adult I have never traveled with my parents on a vacation. Since they recently moved away I was excited to see them. I prayed for this trip to be fun and asked God to make sure we made memories my children would remember forever. He did not disappoint.

Thursday afternoon and evening we walked the beach, found some dinner and planned the events for the next day. Friday morning I found my dad on the beach and we watched the sunrise. The silence of the rest of the world while the waves beat the sand and the world was getting ready to say Good Morning.

After breakfast we made our way to the Currituck Lighthouse. It is the only light house unpainted exposing the beautiful brick. We made our way up the 220 steps to see God's exquisite creations of land and sea. Because it was privately managed it was the only lighthouse on the coast open this time of year. Thanks to God's perfect timing I have these memories.

                          

When we came down from the lighthouse we explored the grounds. There was so much to see it was almost a sensory overload (we will be back to finish where we left off). I wandered down a path that led to the Currituck Sound. 

The path to the Currituck Sound

It was so quiet. I bet now it is much greener but a lot buggier.

The beginning of a Red Maple tree.

The Lighthouse from the Sound.

A large tree had tumbled over and the center of the root was exposed.

My little people sitting at the Sound.

Exiting the Sound.

In 2009 we received an invitation to Phil's brother Jason's wedding in Atlantic Beach at Fort Macon. Madelynn had only been 6 months post open heart surgery but the doctor gave us permission to travel to the wedding. For us it was like we were paroled from prison. I was beyond excited. On the way to the beach we stopped to give the kids a break. I snapped this picture. Little did I know how perfectly it described the joy we all felt to be able to leave home.

 The day after the wedding with way too many people piled into our van we went on adventure. We found our way to Cape Hatteras and Kitty Hawk. Sadly it would be the last trip we took with Phil's brother Jason. He passed away October 2012.

Katie 5, Jack 3, Madi 10 months 2009

Jack checking out the photographer. 2009

Katie and Jack hanging out the Wright Brothers. 2009

Flash forward to Good Friday 2017 we found ourselves at Kitty Hawk again. It was fun to explore the grounds and quietly bittersweet knowing Jason was gone. When my parents decided to come along it had never occurred to me they had never been to Kitty Hawk. As we walked and talked my dad would ask a question about the history and Big Kill Devil Hill. Sure enough we always found the answers. It was as if God had created His own little treasure hunt. We made new memories and took some familiar pictures again. We packed a lunch and found a picnic table at the bottom of Big Kill Devil Hill. It was a beautiful afternoon as long as you were in the sun.

The last time she was here she could not walk.
Proof God fulfilled His promise and let us keep her.

Eight years later, my cup runneth over.

The only place to take a picture of Grandpa at Kitty Hawk.

Kaitlynn and her shenanigans

Strangely enough this picture gives me peace to know God carried us through it.

Day three of Part 2 started out cold and gray. The sunrise was kind of Blah, We tried to go to Fort Raleigh but the rain kept us from fully exploring the site (another excuse to go back to the area at a later date).

The best part about the sunrise was that Jack and
Madi joined Grandpa on the beach.

The Madster keeping warm and watching the sunrise.

Fort Raleigh

Fort Raleigh

Fort Raleigh

When Fort Raleigh was a rain out we headed to Bodie Island Lighthouse. Jackson had learned all about the history of this light house in school and was so excited to discover we would be staying near it this trip. Sadly this is when we learned it was managed by the state park system and it could not be climbed until the first week and May.

So what do you do when you can't climb the lighthouse? Get creative and entertain yourself.

Grandpa and his creative genius + kids who were bored =
Photography Shenanigans Holding the lighthouse in the
palm of your hand.

More of his photographic genius.

Chilly and damp we headed back to Nags Head from Bodie Island to find some lunch. While we were eating the sky was clearing and the day was warming up. Something else on my bucket list was sunset at Jockey Ridge State Park. The largest sand dunes on the Eastern seaboard. I was told was a must see and it did not disappoint. As God's perfect timing continued there was a kite festival at Jockey Ridge and the conditions were perfect for flying a kite.

Phil the master kite builder. The anticipation was killing them.

Waiting to let Ariel take her first flight.

Grandpa and Jack watching his Ninja ride the wind currents.

Katie taking Ariel for a spin.

Phil giving it a try. The bird was very difficult to fly.

It did much better when Madi got a hold of it,

The undisturbed sand when the wind currents sail across.

Waiting for sunset after an afternoon of kite flying.

You can't tell from this picture but the sun soon was lost behind the clouds and
a perfect sunset was not to be had. Standing atop the sand dunes as the sun said
farewell was worth it and we will do it again.

The final adventure for our trip to Nags Head was Kitty Hawk Pier for Easter sunrise service. At a very ungodly hour we arose and dressed in our resurrection white outfits and quietly trekked our way to the pier. I am sure the silence was due to no one being fully conscience yet. My research showed the service started at 6:15 and sunrise was set for 6:29. Other than that I had no idea what to expect. A giant barn like building was constructed where the land met the ocean  before you walked out on the pier. It was slapped full of tourist and residents.

The service had just started when we walked in to standing room only. Looking at the program and knowing the time I thought for sure we would miss sunrise, my whole point for wanting to go. I started to get upset. My inner voice fought back and reminded me what today was really about and to focus on the purpose of the morning. As we were singing the last song the Pastor flew open the backdoor to the building that led the pier and God's timing was perfect. The morning sun filled the room and you were drawn to morning sun. It was as if God surrounded you with a hug and covered you with the warmth of the sun like your had never felt before.

I discovered a few minutes later had we been on the pier right at sunrise it was covered by the morning clouds and as we walked out to be swallowed by the sun it had just risen above the clouds. It was exactly the way we needed to experience it.

Eater Sunday 2017

Easter Sunday 2017 compliments of my Dad.

My take away from this trip was God showed me how to always find Joy in the Journey. In some cases he brought us full circle and reminded us He is always there. Other than my photographs, I brought some glass bottles with cork lids and filled them with sand; one from Kitty Hawk, one from Jockey Ridge and one from Nags Head for souvenirs. Since my parents moved back to Ohio and my job does not allow me to travel too far for Christmas my goal is to try and spend Easter with my parents. It will be hard to top this trip unless next year is slightly warmer. Right Mom!?