I was in the kitchen making dinner last night, and my phone dinged with a new text message. I wiped my hands from chopping onions and picked my phone up off the counter.
“Can we go to iceland”
This from our son in our family group messages, the modern equivalent of the household intercom. He was in his room, our daughter in hers, and my husband on the couch.
My husband texted back “Sure.”
I yelled from the kitchen, “If you still want to go in two years, we can talk.”
Our daughter piped in from her room, “If we go to Iceland, can I go to the beach? Like, the Bahamas?”
I mentioned the other day in one of my blog posts that we know our time with the kids at home is short. One way we want to make the most of our time together is to go on a big family trip the summer after each of their senior years of high school. We’ve started saving. We’ll set a budget and they’ll get to pick where we go as a family.
Our son’s trip will be in two years. As of right now, it sounds like he’d like to go to Iceland. “I like cliffs,” he said. He also likes cool air, rain and snow, and low light. Our daughter, on the other hand, wants warmth, sunshine, and unlimited blue water to swim in.
Every few months I ask them where they might want to go. I’m excited to see where we end up.
