I had been wanting to visit the Grand Canyon for years, but I always had young babies or was in the middle of a house remodel, and during that time every single friend of mine—I swear, every single one—went to the Grand Canyon for their own spring breaks. I saw so many pictures of my friends standing in front of the Grand Canyon, it felt almost unreal to get a few of my own.
I am so glad that these pictures, these memories, these experiences, are now part of the fabric of my boys’ lives. These pictures reflect some of moments they’ll look back on and say, “Oh, remember that time when…” It’s kind of crazy how, as parents, we can actually make those moments happen, isn’t it?
After years of dreaming about this trip, I was kind of worried we’d have a Steve Martin Grand Canyon experience where we finally make it there, take one glance, then ask, “Mkay…now what?”
But we didn’t. We looked and wondered and wowed, then looked and wondered and wowed some more, and when it was finally time to leave, we talked about all the things we’d like to do the second time we come to the Grand Canyon.
The next National Park I’d like to visit is Yellowstone, so after we got back from vacation I fired up the ol’ Internet to start researching, but my mind kept drifting back to the Grand Canyon, and I gently closed the computer up.
I just want to hold onto these Grand Canyon memories like you hold a baby for awhile—to strap them to my chest like a little newborn and look down at them whenever the weather is too gray or the service is too slow or the soccer games are too long. I’m not ready to shove a bunch of new memories on top of them, so for now I will just sit here and see if I can squeeze one last blog post out of the trip and think of how, for one week, I got to see a part of the world that was so brand new to me it felt like being a child again, full of wonder.
The word “wonderful” has got to be one of the most misused words in our vocabulary.
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