I am leaving on another attempt at a glorious vacation today.

Banff, Canada with my fam to celebrate turning 60 a few months ago.

Since my last trip was mostly ruined by some kind of international stomach flu, I am a bit skittish about this one. Prayerful I stay healthy. Hopeful I can soak up the scenery, the joy of being with people I love most in the world.

Mary Oliver pretty much sums up my hope:

Look, I want to love this world

as though it's the last chance I'm ever going to get

to be alive

and know it.

(Mary Oliver, October)

Isn't that the most magnificent goal?