3200 miles in 14 days.
That number still freaks me out. I traveled 1000 of those miles with my youngest.
I had the opportunity to hold two of my babies, and my grandson.
Now, I am this monsterous sized human compared to my youngest two. Mike can’t weigh more than 150 soaking wet. All muscle and sinew. Emily is no more than 110.
As I held each of my kids the thing that struck me immediately was how frail they felt in my huge hug. And the next thing I felt from each of them was how incredibly strong they both are.
Strength of character.
Strength of their convictions.
Strength in themselves.
And I would not have felt that if not for driving 3200 miles in 14 days.
Priceless.