We (my sister Kellie and I) were grateFULL to have Kary, Ray, Stephen, McKinley and Sage (the dog of wonder) join us to what has become one of my favorite areas on Mother Earth: Valdez. While we were going there, caravaning behind the Hafens, I found myself learning from their example. Kellie and I didn't keep much of a schedule, time wise, other than knowing where we wanted to be on specific days. However, the everyday-busybody-get-there-as-fast-as-we-can-to-enjoy-it self was getting a little up-ity with how low it was taking to get going and to get there (this might have been due to the lack of sleep I had and the fact I had been in vehicles for long periods of time over the previous week). Soon, when we stopped to take in an amazing vista of a volcano overlooking a lake, I realized Kary and Ray were teaching me something very important: find joy in the journey. It IS about the journey as much as it is about the destination. I always want to rush to get to my destination instead of savoring the time spent with people I love. Kary and Ray move at the speed of their children and and the pace of their souls, taking time to notice the beauty in all that surrounds them.
Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy most moments with my loved ones, but I have found myself not LIVING in those moments as best as I can. So, my application of this principle really started to take root yesterday and more importantly today. We drove up to Blackfoot, where Josh grew up, to visit his three best friends and their families. We had a great time with them last night and crashed at his friend's house. Today was the true amazing experience when we drove around Blackfoot taking pictures of places from Josh's childhood and life: his home, church, the elementary school his dad was principal at for 10 years or so, the now dry for the winter canal he would swing into and swim, Wolverine Canyon and 40 Horse Cave (where he proposed to me), Kesler's market. It didn't stop in Blackfoot. We took a slight detour just north of Malad and visited his favorite place to fish growing up, Hawkins Reservior. Yes, it took us 2 1/2 hours longer to get home than if we only drove and didn't experience. But for me, today, I found joy in the journey, life in the moment, love in the memories made.
Thank you, Kary and Ray.