Growing up, my best friend was always my big brother. He's an amazing guy - he always let me tag along, even in those awkward teenage years when guys don't typically want their little sisters hanging around. Around the time I was 12, one day he brought home someone else vying for my best friend spot. His name was Trevor Linderman.
I have hung out with both of my older brothers less since moving away from home, but we've always been in touch. I've watch Trev go through some difficult things, as he battled and beat cancer a second time, went back to school, and started his beautiful family. I've become friends with his amazing wife, Chelsi, who accepted all of us Jacksons into her family without blinking an eye. In the last year, Trevor's cancer has returned. Through all of the treatments my family has been on the phone with each other, asking about Trevor, learning about his progress from my brother or Trevor's parents or whoever talked to him last. And then a few weeks ago, my mom told me Trevor was having a big birthday party to see all of his friends and family and how she wished I was there so I could ride down with them. At first I didn't think that much of it, but after I hung up, I just couldn't get the idea out of my head. I felt a very strong pull to be in Utah with my family for this big event in Trev's life. I was kind of overcome by the feeling that I should be there. I didn't really think it was possible, so I tried to shake it off. The same day, Landon came home and, having seen the party posted an Facebook, asked me, "do you want to go to that?" I knew that we were having the same impression, so we stopped fighting it and started planning. A few days later we started the 15-hour drive to Utah.
Now, I'm not gonna say that driving for 4 days straight with two very small kids was easy, or really that fun. Truthfully, it was exhausting. But so many miracles came together so this trip could happen.
And then there was this: