Old time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.
"To The Virgins, To Make The Most of Time", Robert Herrick, 1591-1674
Kendall and I love to travel, but with five kids, (three of them under 5) we don't do it as much as we would like. We went through a period about a week ago thinking about squeezing in a "ROAD TRIP!!!" (insert "Legally Blonde" squeal here) to San Francisco or there abouts (No, Benton, we were not going to crash at your place, so no worries) and find some place like this:
Instead, after reality and sanity returned, we decided that what we really should be doing this summer is this:
(And no, this is not our basement. This one doesn't have toys and loner socks float around on the ground.)Yeah, I know, boring. It's not all work, though. We already had a week up at East Canyon set up, we just wanted a little bit more. We only have 5 or 6 more years with Sarah in the house. How weird is that? I swear she was just 5 years old herself, and we just celebrated her 13TH BIRTHDAY!!!! Ack!
We do want to make the most of the time we have left, make those memories (remember Mazatlan, siblings? Or maybe Europe? Or Yellowstone?). How do you create balance between the responsibilities of today and family bonding time beyond normal life? We still haven't found it, and time's a-flying.
