06/19/2026
Today our oldest turns 14.
In the fall, he starts high school, and lately I've found myself thinking less about years and more about summers.
We've been fortunate to travel with our boys all over the world. But when I look back, I don't remember hotel rooms or flight numbers.
I remember Kai building elaborate LEGO creations to keep himself busy in airports.
I remember conversations on long train rides.
I remember watching him gain confidence every time he figured out a new city, a new language, or a new challenge.
The older my kids get, the more I realize that travel isn't really about seeing places.
It's about creating space for shared experiences before life gets busier, schedules get fuller, and family time becomes harder to coordinate.
The destinations matter.
But the memories matter more.
If you're putting off the trip because you're waiting for the perfect time, consider this your reminder: there probably isn't one.
Count the summers.
Then make one count. ❤️