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.

Priceless:

• 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.