We were on our way out of Yosemite and I almost missed this scene. We had finally gotten a gazillion plastic bins packed up, 5 adults and 3 little girls, dry from the rain, wet boots off and cozy socks on in the RV, ready to hit the road. “Phew. We made it. What a trip. Now, let’s get some driving in before nap time.” Jesse asked if we wanted to stop at the meadow before heading out and down the mountain. The last thing I felt like doing was going through the boots and raincoats and out-the-door hoopla again and in the midst of me shaking my head, “Nah, I’m good,” my friend chimed in, “Yes. Yes to the meadow!” Alright, I thought. I can put her boots on one more time.
I took more photos in those next 10 minutes than I did on practically the whole trip. It was so beautiful. I couldn’t stop. Vera ran across the long bridge, back and forth, not just to Jesse and me but to her friends, our friends. This is new for her and so special to us. Jumping, smiling, laughing. The greens, soooo green. The air so dewy and fresh. My exhales full of gratitude. Seriously, God. Majestic.
I just finished rereading @sniequist ’s Present Over Perfect this morning and the below reminded me of my hesitant yes to stopping at the meadow. “One part of this journey, of course, was learning to say no. I couldn’t have remade my life without that very important word. But it’s not the word that I want to be my knee-jerk response to all of life. My response to pressure and expectations: no. But the word I want to say to beauty and freedom and soulfulness and life and play and creativity and challenge and God’s wild and expansive love? Yes, yes, yes. Always yes.” This trip would have been incredible all on its own if we drove straight past the meadow without stopping. But I’m so glad we stopped.
Here’s to reclaiming the right kind of YESes #weloveyouveramuch - 0 seconds