The first stop on our Dax-Mobile adventure was the Grand Canyon. We were fortunate enough to stay at a campground just near the South Rim. We got the stroller packed up and walked about a mile and a half to Mather Point. Once we got to the lookout point, Dax made his appearance be known. We quickly realized we were “that family” that breaks the silence. Dax was crying (we interrupted his feeding for him to take in the view) and Ozzie was gasping for air.
We went back to Mather Point a couple days later on our way to Zion to have Dax take in the view again (since he wasn’t preoccupied with his food this time around) and Ozzie was able to get a closer look too. I was happy and felt content that Dax was able to see the Grand Canyon again. I loved having a couple extra moments to talk to Dax while enjoying the views. I also had an opportunity to go out to a lookout point for a couple of minutes on my own to talk to God, and for that, I’m grateful.
Many people were concerned about Ozzie; “He’s hot.” “Oh his tired.” “Can I give him my water?!” Little did they know, Ozzie rode the majority of the way in the stroller the first day, and on our second day at the Grand Canyon, Ozzie only had to walk a short distance from the parking lot.
“Life isn’t meant to be lived perfectly… but merely to be lived. Boldly, wildly, beautifully, uncertainly, imperfectly, magically lived.”
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