I’ve been told to dream
I’m going to sound like a two-year-old and I’m going to say “I want” about fifty times.
I want to go on a romantic + adventure-filled vacation with my husband. We’re thinking Hawaii. Trip-planning is one of the many ways he tells me how much he loves me, and I can’t wait to see our itinerary. Did you know travel was a love language?
I want to take Maren to one of the National Parks out west. My first semester at college, I took a class called Geography of US National Parks. I fell in love with Zion, Bryce, and the Grand Canyon and I haven’t made it there–yet. Bonus? Doing it on horseback!
I want to take Greta to see the big trees — the sequoias and the redwoods — in California. After college I spent a summer working at a summer camp in the woods and I think I left of piece of myself there: magnificent. Those trees have been, and will be, there for generations.
I want to cruise with the Mathie’s on my sister’s cruise line. Thanks to the work Baby Sister did to raise money for breast cancer while she worked for the Corning Museum of Glass onboard the Celebrity Solstice, she has a special relationship with Celebrity. A week at sea sounds good to me.
I want to do Disney with the Anderson’s. My kids have three cousins who are between them in age: our five are the perfect age to experience all of the magic Disney has to offer. The fun-loving adults in our party will be as keen as the kids for some magical moments.
I want to go on a grown-ups only trip with my friends. Anywhere I can smell and taste the saltwater will work for me. Our husbands are welcome, but it will inevitably turn in to one of those junior high dances where the boys are cavorting on the beach, and the girls are in a circle with their toes in the sand.
I have described here a veritable lifetime of trips. Any one of these would be the trip of a lifetime. Brad and I are sifting through the (many, many, many) logistics that are up-and-coming. He’s told me to dream big, and he’s right there with me.
So that list? That’s me, dreaming. It is possible — heck, probable — that the specifics on that list will change over time. It’s a crazytown list–it’s excessive, it’s extravagant, it’s decadent, it’s gluttonous. But it’s there, waiting to be checked off. Reading it makes me happy. Writing it down is the first step to making it happen; even if that’s the only step we take, it’s an important one. It’s a happy list.
I hope to take just one of these trips in 2014. And another in 2015/2016. And another in the years after that. And then another, and then another, until I’ve been on all of those adventures twenty years from now.
However, if the opportunity arises to take these trips sooner rather than later, I think I’m going to do it. As much as I love the Ordinary Days and Small Moments, stepping into adventure mode allows the brain to r.e.m.e.m.b.e.r. t.h.i.s. in a way that is lost in the tide of everyday life. And my little family is in the business of making memories.
Hopefully, in twenty years I’ll look back at these years: the 20-teens, and I will think… “Wow, those were some really extravagant, travel-laden years. We made some gosh darn memories in those days!” And I’ll wrap my middle-aged arms around my grown-up girls and the wrinkles at my eyes will be so.very.deep as they carry in them all of the experiences of the years gone by.