Tucson is a magical place for us. It’s the land of dress-ups and Nintendo; of Ranger rides and kitties all year round. It’s the place where kids can run free with cousins all day, without having to do chores first; where those tired, dirty kids can fall asleep late, watching movies on the projector screen. It’s the place where a day could include a trip to Circle K with Grandpa to pick out candy, or a baseball game with Uncle Brandon and Aunt Alicia.
A few days ago, Caleb was having a rough morning. We didn’t have any good snacks to pack in his lunch, he couldn’t find his homework folder, and his socks just didn’t feel right. He turned to me on his way out the door, and with tears of frustration in his eyes asked “When is the next time we’ll be going to Tucson?” I told him I didn’t know, why? His response was, “That’s just the place where I remember feeling the happiest.”