My sister found and bought us this hand-printed screen, by John Fitzgerald in New Orleans. She understood that this sums up the Mike and Chandra philosophy . . . complete with the quirky bicyclist.
And it is so true . . . in the planning, preparation, duration and re-telling of our story, we hear over and over again of how people would like to do such a trip someday . . . someday when they can afford the time, someday when the kids are older, someday when I’m in better shape, someday when . . .
The fact that we are able to make our someday dreams reality is a testament to how fortunate we are. We have the flexibility, freedom, resources and support to do so.
But there are so many others out there as examples to us of how important it is to live life fully, regardless of resources and time. To know what one’s dreams are and to find a way to make them real everyday.
So, as we head back to Madison, to our “real” lives full of responsibilities, work, and challenges other than “miles, food and shelter”, we also are reminded to keep dreaming our dreams and to figure out how soon we can make that next “someday dream” happen today.
God bless all of you who have taken this trip with us–in spirit and in support. Special thanks to my dad and sister (a.k.a. the Rendezvous Crew) without your support we’d still be in NOLA (maybe that’s not a bad thing though); to all the Hoseas, especially Grandma Marie, in Springfield who fed and housed us; to Mark and Julie in St. Louis for hosting us on our rest day and to Hudson for the baseball game and the map; to Mike’s mom whose daily replies to the blog made us smile and know that we were loved and being prayed for; to the Veaseys and Milbinos whose prayers are particularly powerful; to fellow tandemers, Chris R. from St. Louis and to Dave and Rhona from West Virginia, who understand the beauty of paired travel; to Perry and Lep for their generosity not just to us but to hundreds of fellow bikers; to Joy Gauss for her artistry (I love the pendant); and to Jimmie Cropper and Johnny Blancher at Ye Olde College Inn for making us love New Orleans even more than I thought possible.
We love you all. And if there is anyway we can help make a dream of yours possible . . . know that we will be there.