Tonight, in an effort to finalize the itinerary of our upcoming road-trip to SE Arizona, I pulled out all the guide books and pamphlets I have been using as resources. Ivy took a seat next to me and began perusing her favorite guidebook, the one that has tons of photos. She must've read for half an hour, silently, and once in a while she would point out a picture to me. She pointed out a photo of Kartchner Cavern, and I told her we would be visiting there on our trip. She looked at it with more earnest, and after a few minutes, she closed the book and said, "I love going on adventures. When I am grown up, I am going to travel alllllll over the world!". I told her that sounded wonderful and that I hoped I could go with her once in a while, if I wasn't too old.
I am so thrilled for her, and pleased that she has a sense of adventure and a bit of the wanderlust, but there was also a teeny bit of wistfulness going on inside me. I think it just struck me as precocious, to hear my six year old (okay, she's almost seven!) express such a grown-up desire.
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