Freedom
May 3, 2025
When my son turned 2 years old, instead of buying him a bunch of toys that he would barely play with at Christmas, I bought him his first passport. I told him...son, Merry Christmas. Here is your freedom. You are now free to come and go from this country as you please. You are going to experience sounds, smells, and taste things that will open your eyes to the world. And now, here we are, 5 years later. His first passport renewal. How did the time go by so fast?!!
With so much going on with the uncertainty of the economy, I am struggling. Should I plan a couple of trips this year? Next year even? Should I do more local trips that don't require too much in case I need to cancel? But if I get an amazing last-minute deal Internationally...I think that I am going to have to jump on it. To Travel or Not to Travel, that is truly the question.
The day of rest. A moment to exhale, to give thanks for the week we just endured. I love Sunday mornings—the way time seems to slow, just enough to notice the small things. My little one always seems to find his way into my bed. How? Only the Lord knows. But I never mind the extra cuddles. We move gently through the morning—no rushing, no noise, just us. He bounces on the sofa while I sip my coffee, and for a moment, I just breathe. There are no swim lessons. No birthday parties. No school drop-offs or packed lunches. Just time. Sweet, still time. For once, the clock doesn’t matter.
