San Lorenzo Canyon

A New Era - The Beginning

Flying Solo. A term that spills from the tip of my tongue with ease. A common turn of phrase I've never really thought about twice but now makes my heart slam against my ribs.

Flying Solo.

My palms sweat and the handle of my suitcase is threatening to slip from my grip. The Southwest desk attendant asks for the names and ages of the people in my party.

J - 8, A- 8, B - 6, H - 4, K - 4

She looks at the eager faces beaming back at her, colorful backpacks stuffed with all sorts of fun things slung across their backs and mini suitcases in tow. She can't help but smile. It must be contagious, because everywhere we go, the smiles follow. I can't blame her. They're freaking adorable.

She hands back my license with a raised brow and asks if I'm flying solo. The acid in my stomach burns the back of my throat.

I nod and smile. She hands me six boarding passes, and our journey begins. Gilbert, AZ, I hope you're ready for the Stockton Six. We're on our way, and we're ready to write our first chapter.

A mom and her five girls, endless adventures, and a site to share the beauty with you. Life is wild, a journey full of twists and turns, and in the end, the memories you make transform into the legacy you leave behind.

We hope you enjoy seeing life through our lens. There's much to discover. So, take your time, look around. Then make sure to drop us a line. We'd love to hear all about you!

Rock On,

Becki

J, A, B, H & K