Two Moments

I just spent the better part of the past two weeks away from home. My first trip was to Mexico City and the second was to Disney World. The bipolar swing was exhausting, I'm not going to lie. I will write more about each trip later, but I wanted to make sure I wrote this now. There were two things that stand out the most:

A Religious Experience
For the first memorable time in my life, I felt the presence of God. I have no other words to describe it. Tears sprung into my eyes; the hair on the back of my neck stood up; I had goosebumps all over; I felt like all time had been suspended. And yet none of these words describe that feeling I felt. I walked onto the grounds of the Basílica de Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe - The Villa - and it was a faith-affirming moment. I prayed all of the prayers of my Catholic school childhood. The rush of emotion was almost too much to bear. 

Intertwined
Long lines, roller coasters, Mickey ears, camping in a rig nicer than any of my past apartments...not your typical Thanksgiving for me. There were many fantastic moments; many memories were made on this trip. The one that struck me for it's simplistic and random nature was this: 8 of us standing in line for two hours; children growing bored but keeping each other entertained. The line is moving oh-so-slowly and yet the time is passing quickly. Then my sister starts to braid my hair. A simple gesture; one that, in our childhood, didn't happen often because more than likely we were too busy fighting. I kept the braid in my hair for the rest of the day.