If you follow my blog regularly you may have noticed that I didn’t post anything last week. I was fortunate enough to be on a road trip with my daughter Anna. We went to Arizona and had a wonderful time. On the way there our focus was primarily on driving and “getting there”. On the way back however, we took the “long way home”.
Those of you who know me or have ever spoken to me for more than a minute, are keenly aware that my favorite author is Jason F. Wright. In my favorite of his novels “The Cross Gardener” he writes about “taking the long way home”. When I asked him what taking the long way home meant to him he said:
“Taking the long way home is all about not rushing through life like it’s a highway and we cannot wait to get to our exit. Taking the long way home means never rushing to grow your kids up and get them out the door. It means taking your time at the dinner table. It means going on long and frequent dates with the person you love. It means looking out the window and recognizing just how much joy is found in the mile markers.”
What a beautiful sentiment, right? I decided that during this trip I would make an even greater effort to take the long way home. This was especially important to me because my trip mate and youngest daughter Anna recently became engaged! While I am ecstatic for her and her sweet fiance, I am also a little hesitant to admit that my baby girl is “all grown up”. The “mile markers” go by much too quickly. So, I am trying my best to slow them down as much as I can and cherish the joy in that oh so important mile found between each one…
On this particular trip, taking the long way home meant: a few scenic routes, a detour to see where a meteor crashed, some much too quickly executed off ramps and a few “extended” turnarounds to catch each of the souvenir shops that Anna thought looked promising. It meant that by the time we reached Albuquerque it was pitch black, but that we were able to enjoy the beautiful twinkling lights of the city together. It also meant that it was almost midnight when we finally reached our hotel for the night….
So, sometimes taking the long way home means that you don’t get to where you are going as quickly or as smoothly or that you miss a few hours of sleep in the process, but isn’t it worth it? The answer to that question is easy. Without hesitation….YES!