It all started a few weeks before Christmas. My husband and I were driving to our gym and while we passed the local airport he randomly spouted, “You know, I’d like to earn my pilot’s license”. My jaw dropped. Immediately, I was trying to figure out how we could save enough money for this ambitious adventure.
So I asked him, “When do you want to do this?”
“Oh, sometime before I’m 50″. I had a sense of relief. I didn’t have to cut Starbucks out of our budget just yet.
That conversation got us to thinking about our bucket lists. When you’re young you have great ambitions: to get married, have a dream career and have 2 kids before the age of 30. But more often than not, our lives don’t pan out that way. But does the dreaming have to end? We began to share our checklists, which included traveling to our national monuments, seeing the Grand Canyon and Mount Rushmore and possibly owning some land in the middle of nowhere. But tucked behind these great adventures was something I was a little apprehensive to share until Christmas Eve.
As our living room was filled with the scent of apple cider and the ground was covered in wrapping paper, I waited for my present, having no clue as to what it was. My husband handed me his phone and told me to read the email. I scrolled down and then screamed. Yes, screamed with excitement! Yet, no one had a clue what I had received. They waited in wonder as I threw my arms around my husband and kissed him. He had just given me something on my bucket list and didn’t even know it.
Saturday night my husband and I traveled to the lucky city of Las Vegas to see Reba MacEntire and George Strait. I know, I know, it’s a little cheesy and I can just here my brother laughing at me right now, but seeing Reba in concert has been one of those things on that bucket list. As the lights came down and the crowd went wild, I cried, no sobbed. I was so excited to fulfill such a crazy dream. I was finally seeing such an amazing person live, less than 100 feet away. My fascination with Reba really has very little to do with her music. Don’t get me wrong, she’s A-maz-ing! But a few years ago, I was having a tough time in college, really missing my family and attempting to do some soul searching. One day while I was trapped in my dorm room attempting to do homework, I turned on Reba’s sitcom. For the rest of the year, it brought me comfort. It was a little piece of home to me. Seeing a family conquer their problems together brought me peace in knowing that no matter what, family sticks together.
Driving back from the weekend, I snapped this picture. It’s not mesmerizing, but it reminds me that the dreams on our bucket list, no matter how silly or simple they may be, are just beyond the horizon. So tell me, blog reader, what’s on your bucket list?