The girls and I took another whirlwind trip over the weekend. We are trying to see the people who mean so much to us before we pack up and move north. We had a wonderful time catching up and sharing memories over meals with people we love.
San Antonio is a little over a three hour drive for us. We drove it straight through on Saturday morning in order to make an 11:00 AM baseball game, but on the way home yesterday we milled around and enjoyed the trip. It was a blast.
How often do we discount the journey? Maybe it's a tedious one and doesn't feel important. Maybe it's hard and we can't wait for it to end. Maybe it's the best one we've ever been on but it's leading to someplace we can't wait to be. No matter the reason, sometimes we treat the journey as if it doesn't matter. It's just a means to get to an end.
I remember when each of my girls first came. The journey was a tough one then. One that I couldn't wait to get through and be done with, but in the midst of those hard times were some fantastic memories, ones I wish I would have spent more time enjoying.
These days the girls and I are experts at enjoying the journey. Yesterday we stopped and had a leisurely lunch. Later on we strolled through Buc-ee's, a Texas must-see. We even have the T-shirts to prove it!
It took us almost six hours to make the three hour trip. And do you know what? We enjoyed every minute of it. From our stops along the way, to the lively conversations and the sing-alongs in the car, we had smiles from the first minute to the last. The journey. It's really what it's all about.