First comes marriage. Then comes the baby.
Except when there’s a list.
When on our honeymoon my husband presented me his baby bucket list, part of me thought he was stalling. And a part of me worried I’d declared vows to a man who didn’t want children. It was a long list. Filled with hope in one hand and a passport in the other we set off:
To brave riots and see:
1. The great pyramids.
2. Eat at the best restaurant in the world
3. Chase Northern Lights
4. See lions in Africa
5. See the Grand Canyon
6. See the Chitchen Itza
7. To live on the other side of the world.
The list also housed things we wanted to learn to do:
8. Surf in Baja
9. Dance properly in our kitchen
10. Ski over an international border.
At the end it housed things I lobbied for before two became three
11.To perfect a signature dish
12. Take a carriage ride through Central Park
13. And maybe, just maybe cage dive with sharks.
Through the adventures I’m learning the list isn’t just about places, sights or things. It’s about the lessons we needed to learn along the way.