Three years ago, one little boy fell in love with the Titanic

Some childhood fascinations come and go. Others quietly become part of who they are. For the last three years, our oldest grandson has been completely captivated by the Titanic. He’s built ships from memory, asked a thousand questions, watched documentaries, and shared facts at the dinner table that leave the rest of us amazed. And somewhere along the way, his excitement became contagious. Now his younger brother is building ships, sketching the Titanic, and eagerly sharing in the same fascination. Their little sister may not know all the history just yet, but she’s ready to step into the adventure with them. It would have been easy to smile, nod, and say, “That’s nice.” Instead, we asked ourselves a different question. What if we stepped into their world for a little while? So this weekend, we aren’t just taking a family trip. We’re packing passenger journals, boarding passes, little cameras, and a bit of imagination. We’re dressing up, slowing down, and following their curiosity all the way to the deck of the S.S. Keewatin. Because childhood doesn’t need more things. It needs grown-ups who are willing to enter the stories children are already telling. One day, they may not remember every fact they learned about ships. But I hope they remember that the people who loved them thought their curiosity was worth an adventure. And maybe that’s the real voyage. Not across the Great Lakes… …but into a childhood that felt seen. 🤍🚢