The drive out was great. Everyone was in high spirits.
(No, of course my children never jump on the beds in motels! Hee hee!)
We stopped at Little America in Wyoming for 75 cent ice cream cones. A beloved memory from my childhood is being passed to the next generation. I love Little America. I just wish they still had all those fun penguin billboards.
They DO now have a playground that was not there when I was a kid, and this is brilliant. Also, the green dinosaur is brilliant. My kids adore it.
So, we get to Utah, and I am just amazed at how big and beautiful the mountains are. You know how sometimes things are never as good as you remember them? Well, the mountains are always better. Especially when I have been living on the prairie. And I always say to my family who live there, "I can't believe you live next to these jaw-dropping-gorgeous mountains ALL THE TIME and you don't just sing and dance for joy all day every day!" All those Utah people should be capering about everywhere and constantly bursting into song. Seriously, Utah people.
And then there's the joy of being with family! The older I am, the more precious that time becomes to me.
We didn't get to see everyone, and we didn't get to spend enough time with anyone, but we had so many priceless visits with our parents, our siblings, and other family members.
Oh, how marvelous it was to be at the Burrow just as the blackberries were coming on!
Here's me and Frog with my dad! Even though it's not the house I grew up in, whenever I go to see my parents I always feel as comfortable and secure as a child at home. It's a good feeling.
More to come! Right now I need to go turn over the wash, make dinner, and take Bean to football practice... (life is full speed ahead now that we're home!)