Hot summer days spent at the pool, the beach, the park. Long drives together up the 99N to central California. Nights at each other’s houses with family members eating together Mexican food, or Persian. He hated beans. We’d watch the sunset. Watched the sunrise once on our way to San Fransisco. Not much of morning people. Our Up scrapbook had pictures in it from San Diego, 4th of July, park days, etc. “Our Adventure Book” is what it said on the outside.
But I’m no longer his greatest adventure. He’s on another adventure while I venture on mine. It’s a weird feeling. I don’t even remember now if he was the one who kept the scrapbook, or if I was. If I was, it is long gone. Today, to be on my own adventure, it feels good. It feels good to just be walking with God and venturing to see what is out there. Since then, I have gone to two different states, watched my own sunsets, gone to different cities, met different people, ate with strangers, and reflected on my life with God. It’s been fun, and I look forward to what else God has in store for me this summer. Big plans from LA adventures, a new nephew, and possibly flying myself to SF for the weekend. God is good in everything.