Every year my family and I try and plan a vacation that will be an adventure of some sort. This year we headed out on a cross-country trek from our home near Dallas, TX through Virginia, Washington DC, North Carolina, Tennessee, Georgia and a few others. And while I typically don't write while I'm on vacation, the kids said something that really stuck with me while we were staying at this interesting little 1926 caboose (yes, it was a real caboose - check the link) one night... while we were catching fireflies.
It was dusk... and my daughters ran to me asking what the heck was going on outside. Outside the caboose the field was literally glowing with what had to be thousands upon thousands of fireflies. You can imagine how excited my girls were when I explained how, when I was a child, I used to catch them in a jar. You can now guess exactly what came next... We spent hours catching dozens and dozens of them.
But it was something that my youngest said to me while we were running around the field that really struck me. Of course, to be perfectly honest with you, I still had a few work related items swimming around in my head - not quite as buried as most people would want them when on vacation with their family... but hey, that's how I'm wired. She simply said, "Trying to catch these little guys can be hard. If they just knew how nice we were they might just come to us!"










