“Popcorn on the ceiling.” A short little phrase that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense by itself. Except to people who own a pop-up camper.
To these folks, uttering those four words evokes every memory of every time they’ve camped when it has rained. Fond memories of trying to sleep with the ever-present POP-POP-POP popcorn sound the rain makes on the camper roof (the bunk-ends too) pounding all around. Glowing memories of family time around the camper table playing card games. This, of course, involved using sign language and baseball signals since the rain on the camper roof was so loud that no one could hear each other speak. Throw in a couple arguments from the kids about whose turn it is or the very outspoken opinion from one that the other didn’t do something right, and memory-making opportunities abound.
As true as these things can be, they come with many other memories and events that are truly worth the popcorn on the ceiling. Especially when experienced with other families. We are camping this weekend with Rick and his family (yes, the very same Rick you’ve read about in other stories–particularly the one involving Grape-Nuts). They own a pop-up as well, so the popcorn on the ceiling that we experienced last night was also experienced by them.
This is our first time camping with them. Something we’ve tried to make happen for a couple of years now. We met in the middle, so to speak, both families driving upwards of two hours to meet at a campground in northern Indiana. Sure, it’s inconvenient that it’s raining off and on this weekend, but being with them more than makes up for any whims of the weather.
God is good! To have a great friendship in high school continue all these many years later is highly unusual in my book. It is something I never thought would mean as much as it does now. Friendship is definitely a gift from God to be treasured.
See you soon!