I can hear breathing all around me. My Dad. My husband. My three crazy children. All calm and surrendering to sleep in a tiny hotel room. It was a long day. Ten hours in the car from PA to Wilmington, NC. It was worth the trip. To be here surrounded by life, steeped in the anticipation of what is to come, snuggled up with my little ones. These are the moments that feed my passion for travel.
Tomorrow we will stand in bathroom lines, we will keep track of three kids in a crowd, we will sustain them with snacks, we will strain our backs holding them up to see. We will watch kind people interact with them and show them affection and help keep them engaged and happy. We will meet musicians. We will celebrate their message of love. Love for the earth. Love for each other. We will sing. We will dance. It will be worth the trip.
The day after that, we will drive a few more hours. We will wait outside, past bedtime, for a table at a favorite restaurant we haven’t eaten at in seven years. We will snuggle in a cabin by the ocean and fall asleep full and happy. It will be worth the trip.
The next day, we will see turtles and a lighthouse and eat ice cream and hike up a dune. We will sit on the beach and watch the waves roll in. My children will play in the sand and watch surfers and jump waves even though it is late October. It will be worth the trip.
There will be moments of frustration. There will be tantrums thrown. There will be food refused. There will be bathroom accidents. There will be spilled drinks. There will be bad behavior. There will be snuggles. There will be laughs. There will be new experiences. There will be ocean air breathed. There will be life lived. There will be memories made. It will be worth the trip.
Tonight I will fall asleep with life all around me. Tomorrow I will wake up to this:
It is always worth the trip.
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- California Roots the Carolina Sessions (with kids)