Waking up in the camper on a morning more than just beautifully indescribable. The sky shimmering blue, and the sun already warm enough that I had to move our silver cover to the sunny side. The silence, the smell of coffee, and a campground slowly waking up.
The neighbor in the caravan next to us just went out for a morning walk with their little dog. I had already longed since yesterday to sit out here and write my blog post. I could feel the moment coming already last night as my husband and I sat outside and enjoyed the evening.
A beautiful evening right where we live
When love hides in a song
Then, without even realizing it, he expressed his love for me. He, who’s usually so sparing with words about love in that sense, said: “This song – this one is mine,” as “Tycker om när du tar på mig” ( ”Love when you touch me”) by Per Gessle played. “It’s written with my words and the feeling I have for you.”
He’s not a poet. He doesn’t write. But in that moment, I truly felt his love.
He usually listens to much harder music, but somehow a Gessle song had become his. I’m moved again by the memory. The evening grew even more beautiful. The moment became warmer, softer, whole. Maybe that’s what love feels like – when you know it’s real.
Quote from the heart: ”He never forgets me – he loves me quietly, but deeply.”
When love lives in the small things
I feel it more often now than I used to – but there was something magical about yesterday. My husband is the best kind of husband, and little me… somehow I found him.
He never forgets me. His daily actions are often – nearly always – for my benefit. He wants me to be happy. He does things simply because he knows I like them.
The sea, for example. Making sure we camp near water. Giving me time to write. Letting me be with myself. Making sure I’m okay.
And still, those simple words yesterday – he had no idea how much love lived inside them.
A magical morning in front of the camper
So many words about my husband and love today. Maybe it’s this magical morning. Sometimes in the background I hear a lonely car far away, a dog barking in the distance, birds singing – and the occasional magpie screeching.
The grass is damp with dew, and the summer morning is warm and gentle. I’m lucky enough to sit under the awning outside LVL² and blog – just like I was longing for last night.
Back at Töreboda Camping
We returned to Töreboda Camping this weekend. We were here a few weeks ago. It’s a great place for kids – no jumping pillow, but there’s a pool. It’s close to town, and we’ve promised the little one a visit to Mandy’s Diner.
My husband made a reservation for tonight. The little one has to try their hamburgers – they’re in a class of their own. I don’t even like burgers usually, but I love theirs. We want our boy to have that experience.
Swimming and soft ice cream
Yesterday, I took the little one to the pool. It was crowded and the water was warm – not even cooling. But he wanted to swim, and since I’m the one who loves water, it was me who went in with him.
Afterward, we had soft ice cream on the way back to the camper. So convenient to have my wallet loaded into my Garmin watch – just tap and pay.
A new watch – and kids who figure everything out
Speaking of which, I bought myself a new Garmin watch. My old one – also a Garmin – needed charging every five days, and I got tired of that. This one lasts eleven.
The girl got my old watch, and the boy got the one she received years ago but never used – maybe because it looked “too boyish.”
The little one loves his watch. After just a few days, he’s already figured out all its functions. Every morning he gives me a sleep report, shows me the flashlight feature, and tells me it’s “smart.”
He’s even activated a digital voice that tells him he’s cooler than a penguin and as fantastic as a cat lying in the sun on the grass.
Who even needs things like that? But maybe I’m wrong. If you don’t already carry those feelings inside, maybe you need help practicing them – until you believe them yourself.
Reflective quote: ”Maybe you need to hear it – before you can believe it.”
Callout – What do you think?
Have you ever experienced a morning where everything just felt right?
Has someone said something to you that meant more than they realized?
Do you believe a few kind, silly digital words could actually build self-worth?
Closing words
So what kind of post is this? A jumble of morning thoughts. The coffee’s gone cold – as it usually does when my fingers start writing. I could write ten thousand more words, but who would read them?
Thank you for staying with me all the way to the end. That makes you magical.
Reflection
Sometimes love doesn’t shout – it whispers. It’s not in grand gestures, but in the song that reminds someone of you, the coffee left to grow cold, or the way someone makes space for your joy. And maybe, in a little watch that tells you: “You’re wonderful, just as you are.”
Support this blog
If you enjoy what I write and want to support my blogging, you can leave a small contribution via PayPal. Every little bit helps and is deeply appreciated.
It’s early morning in the motorhome. The wind is humming outside, and the waves gently reach the shore below. It’s just past six, and everything else is still and sleeping. My coffee is, as always, by my side. I suspect the entire campsite is still asleep—except for a few early birds like me, soaking in the calm of the new day.
While the Camp Sleeps
I’m sitting in our motorhome, listening to the wind outside. The waves whisper down by the lake. Coffee next to me. Everyone is still sleeping. I think the whole campsite is mostly asleep. Just a few, like me, sitting up, enjoying the peace.
Real Campers – With Tents
There are many tents on this campsite. And I think they look so cozy. They’re probably the real campers. They’ve packed, they’ve set up, they’ve organized their things. I find myself wishing I was one of them.
We’re the Glide-Campers
We, on the other hand, are glide-campers. We bring the house with us, and it takes almost no effort to get ready. It’s become a part of our daily life—something we do just because we can. And lately, we can go often.
But that doesn’t make us real campers. It takes us 15 minutes to get on the road and 15 minutes to set up. By then the mat is rolled out, the table set, and my coffee’s brewing. Cooking? Almost like at home.
The Tent That Never Left the Garden
Long before we even bought a caravan, I wanted us to get a tent. My husband, who usually supports my quirky ideas, said no. A firm no. So I bought a tent anyway—with four small rooms and a center to eat breakfast if it rained.
But we never used it for real camping. I set it up in the garden, and the kids and I pretended we were camping. My husband shook his head, saying, “The bedroom has better beds—and it’s warm.” Next sentence: “A hotel would be better.” But that wasn’t what I wanted.
Caravan, Then Motorhome
One day, I found a caravan. That story is in my book, titled “I Prefer to Call Myself Impulsive”: Buying a caravan without a tow hitch. Buying a caravan 30, maybe 40 miles away – and buying it cheap. No, it wasn’t a hit – but that’s where we discovered camping.
We had several caravans. Then my husband started talking about getting a motorhome. I resisted. But he bought one—and I was hooked. Now, sitting in our fourth motorhome, I dreamily watch those with tents.
Milk Frothers and Forgotten Chargers
I can picture myself packing the car, setting up the tent… cozy, charming, everything I long for. But—not for me.
I can’t even pack a bag for a work night without bringing half my house—and still forgetting the essentials. How would that go with tent camping?
In the motorhome, I have everything. For example: I own a milk frother I’ve used maybe four times. I also have three battery whisks for frothing milk. One broke yesterday. I still have two left—one in use and one backup. The broken one lasted two years, so no need to buy a new one just yet.
Reality Check: I’d Forget the Charger
Tent life looks lovely, it feels like real camping. And I think I’d like to be that kind of camper. But I’d need packing skills, and a brain that remembers things.
I wouldn’t be able to sit here as I do now—feet up in the passenger seat, laptop in my lap, coffee steaming—because I’d have forgotten to charge the laptop, lost my phone charger, or packed everything in the wrong place.
So… maybe my husband was right. But only maybe. Because… tenting really does look lovely.
Little Films, Big Love
Let me again share the link to the small educational videos for young children. They’re made by my neighbor. She works on them in the evenings after her kids have gone to bed. I’m so impressed by her films—so sweet, made with love. Yes, impressed is the word.
Reflection
There’s beauty in wanting something else—while also appreciating what you already have. The tent is a dream. The motorhome is my reality. And maybe, in that contrast, I find my own truth.
”Live today, right now. Yesterday rests in history, and tomorrow—we’ll see if we get to live it.” – Carina Ikonen Nilsson
Callout
Do you dream of tent camping too—or are you perfectly happy with the comfort of a motorhome like I am? Leave a comment or share the post with a fellow traveler!
Stay connected
Want to follow more thoughts, memories, and everyday reflections? Subscribe to the blog. No noise – just words from the heart.
We use cookies to optimize our website and our service.
Functional
Alltid aktiv
The technical storage or access is strictly necessary for the legitimate purpose of enabling the use of a specific service explicitly requested by the subscriber or user, or for the sole purpose of carrying out the transmission of a communication over an electronic communications network.
Preferences
The technical storage or access is necessary for the legitimate purpose of storing preferences that are not requested by the subscriber or user.
Statistics
The technical storage or access that is used exclusively for statistical purposes.The technical storage or access that is used exclusively for anonymous statistical purposes. Without a subpoena, voluntary compliance on the part of your Internet Service Provider, or additional records from a third party, information stored or retrieved for this purpose alone cannot usually be used to identify you.
Marketing
The technical storage or access is required to create user profiles to send advertising, or to track the user on a website or across several websites for similar marketing purposes.
