Entrance fee into Zion National Park? 25 dollars.
Camping fee? 16 dollars x 2 nights.
Rocks for John at the local rock store? 7 dollars.
Shower at Bike Zion? 5 dollars.
- Listening to John and Lydia play and laugh together in the back of the car.
- Listening to John and Lydia tantalize each other in the back of the car.
- Hiking with Stacia and Lydia as they were wrapped together.
- Waking up in the middle of the night next to my wife on a matress that had deflated.
- Watching Lydia crawl with a small object clutched in her hand, on all fours to avoid getting dirt on her knees.
Watching John throw rocks into various rivers and shriek with joy.
- Cooking my own sausage at our campfire.
- Watching foreign tourists try to maintain their polite composure in the shuttle bus as our tired children were crying and whining.
- Eating my wife’s chili dogs.
- Alternating the reading of Augustine’s Confessions aloud in the car with my wife as the children slept.
- Waking up to Lydia smilng at me from her Pack ‘n Play.
- Marveling at flowers that grew upside-down.
- Bustling about the camp site as my wife peacefully sat and knitted.
- Drinking the park’s natural spring water.
- Cheating by adding coals to the fire.
- Being in a town where there were no fast food franchises.
- Carrying John on my shoulders.
- Basking in the beauty of order in God’s creation.