We drove. About 7,000 miles (give or take a thousand). We saw both coasts. Canyons, mountains, rivers. We watched elephant seals fight on the beach and an otter swim up river. We drank California wines and Colorado beer and ate hotel breakfasts which is always a thing all its own.
But the best part of everything was people.
First of all, the people with whom we traveled—the family. All shoved in a van, blasting music, eating too many snacks, laughing, napping, sometimes fighting, praying the Divine Mercy as close to the hour of mercy in whatever time zone we happened to be in. (You can still view those prayer times on our Instagram.)
Also the people we visited. It was precious. Some friends were new. Some friends date back decades. It has been a lot of years since we have hugged some of these people. We have grown and changed and so have they. And yet, to embrace them again—there were some tears, because our hearts are still connected. Bless God for that. As the kids say, if you know you know.
Here’s a sampling. (If I have left anyone out, I apologize. I tried to coral all the pictures.)
I wish I had words to express my gratitude to these people that God put in our lives, but who have also chosen to stay in our lives. It has been a bumpy road these last few years and those who have said in word or action, “I am not going anywhere. I am here, holding space for you” mean the world to me. It is so incarnational and beautiful and true.