Dreaming Big Dreams

I'm not the most practical of people. I like to daydream. I like to make plans. I like to think about what might could be. I'm not fanciful, exactly, but I like to think big thoughts and live out ideas and dreams inside my head. Some of those dreams I know will only ever be alive in my head; and others I get completely fixated on and I think and think and think about if I could ever make those dreams a reality.

Last week I was digging around online, thinking about doing a little meal planning, and I visited a website I hadn't read in awhile. It is one I like for healthy, kid-friendly, food ideas. (www.weelicious.com). And while I was shuffling through the hundreds of pages and posts I stumbled across one that wasn't really related to food at all. In the blog post, the author talked about her recent trip to Paris and London. In the summer of 2017, she took her young (pre-teen) daughter to Paris for 10 days, just the two of them. They had such an amazing time that they did it again this summer and added in a brief stay in London too.

I cannot get this story out of my head.

This mom blogger has two other kids and a husband. But now, two years in a row, she has taken her oldest to Europe for a vacation just the two of them.

Can you imagine?

I so badly want to do this. Or some variation of this. Lately I have been feeling some anxiety about all of the things I want to do with the boys, and places I want to take them before they leave home. Like, big anxiety. I want to be the one to show them Europe. And Yellowstone. And Seattle. And Hawaii. And the Grand Canyon.

And I absolutely want to do family vacations--a lot of family vacations-- just the four of us. And maybe some with extended family too (grandparents and siblings and cousins). But how incredible would it be to get to do BIG one-on-one trips with the boys? I think the moments shared and the memories made would be some of the best of my life. How could they not?

I don't know if this will ever be a possibility. I know Daniel would never agree and see the value. Or even if these family vacations I hope to take will ever happen. But what I do know is that these years with my boys at home will be the best of my life. The most meaningful, and the most important. And these years are passing way too quickly. And there are so so many things I want to do with them, to show them, and to share with them.

And it doesn't hurt to dream, right?