Vacations are the best. Arizona, although a second home to me by now, always feels like a vacation. My parents moved out there after retiring and no matter how often I visit, (never often enough) my time out there is filled with new adventures, sunshine and all around growth.
I wish I had the double raise the roof hands emoji right there because I truly mean growth! Growth in the relationships with my family, growth in my ability to accept new adventures (golf, hiking, climbing, overall HEAT), and growth in just letting go. I think it’s hard for me to be in the moment at times. I always want to plan this and that. But as I think about the moments that I’m clinging to as I prepare to go back to work tomorrow, the ones that I remember most are these:
- Drifting down the Salt river with my entire family, cold drinks in hand, not a care in the world.
- Hiking Camelback mountain. I was so impressed with Brian and I needed him more than ever on my way down; encouraging me and making sure every step was the safe one.
- Watching my brother walk across the stage and become Dr. Zemke, casually wiping the tears from my eyes.
- Laughing at the boys playing pool basketball.
- Running to my parent’s car as they pulled up to the airport.
- Hugs. So. Many. Hugs.
And although the early workouts, breakfasts, dinners and walks were nice it was these moments that I remember most. It’s the feelings that pulls on my heart strings.
My chest tightens knowing these moments are few and far between; that the older we get, the more I regret not having more of them. It’s the people in our lives that make everything worth while. These moments are my “why”. Why I go to work everyday. Why I don’t text and drive. Why I call my parents as often as I can. Why I tell Brian, “I love you” 30+times a day.
Make these moments count. One day, these moments will be all we have.