I’m on the flight back from Las Vegas, after visiting the Grand Canyon. (Warning: if pics annoy, stop reading now.) We were delayed an hour and a half which means I don’t get to kiss my babies good night. Although I’ve done this task countless times before, the loss of just one time makes my heart sad knowing these moments are limited.
It’s how life goes sometimes and accepting that which I cannot change is one great secret of happiness, I suppose.
I’ve seen something majestic over the last few days. We walked 6 miles yesterday observing every possible angle and peak we could soak in. We never stopped feeling awe.
I didn’t understand how desperately my soul needed what the Grand Canyon was selling.
The Life Wife 