Home from Home
I'm back from vacation and trying to catch up on work things while every two minutes my mind drifts back to what a great weekend we had in Salt Lake with my family. We visited grandparents, ate well, slept long, walked around in the mountains, walked around in several multimillion-dollar houses, drove all over the valley--we saw six or seven Mormon temples and about a hundred ward houses, if that's any indication--and got that freebie ultrasound I was so excited about. Yesterday we shopped for baby items, and although what we need instead of onesies and sleepsacks and seersucker shortalls is bottles and a diaper pail and a changing pad, we came away with, yep, onesies and sleepsacks and seersucker shortalls--blue ones with an achor embroidered onto the bib--because that's the most fun. "Is this awesome or gay?" I asked my brother about the shortalls (and about the jumpsuit with the smiling whale on it and about the safari outfit Simon wishes came in his size), and apparently the answer to all of the above is: "It depends on whether it's worn with a sailor hat or not." Duly noted.
It was really the perfect perfect perfect weekend--we saw everyone we wanted to see, did everything we wanted to do, and even the summer storm had me all tenderly nostalgic about a youth spent playing in the warm, fat raindrops, splashing my way through swollen gutters and irrigation ditches in my jelly shoes. The drive up American Fork canyon, especially the piney scent of the campgrounds, was a fresh reminder of who I am and where I'm from. I love living in Northern California, but it's different here. When it rains, it's COLD. When we camp (uh...if we ever camp), it smells like eucalyptus, not pine. When there's cloud cover, it's thick and foggy and low-spreading like moss on a log, not puffy and luminescent and jaw-droppingly gorgeous. Simon kept pointing out the shapes of bunny rabbits and turtles in the clouds, and my mom said, "Remember when we used to lay on the grass and tell stories about the clouds? Remember when we used to lay on the grass and watch satellites track along the Milky Way? Remember when we used to lay on the grass and look at the grasshoppers and ants and potato bugs?" Again, I'm reminded how lucky I am to be where--and who--I'm from.
Oh, but you HAVE to get a sailor cap to go with the seersucker shortalls. You just DO.
Welcome back! That photo is something else. Stunning!
Well, it's the wrong slope of the Rocky Mountains, but I suppose it must have something going for it...
Drop dead gorgeous (...jealous!)
Beautiful photo.
Totally gorgeous and welcome home!
I wish weather and nature would remind me of who I am and where I am from, but although there are differences between then and now, they aren't many. (I cherish those that are however small they seem though)
Happy you had such a wonderful time.
Gorgeous. I love those re-energizing trips home. Also: jelly shoes! EEE!
will your family adopt me?
note to self: lie on grass with kid more often.
Wow, shockingly GORGEOUS photo. The crispness is phenomenal! I would blow that bad boy up windshield-size and hang it in a very prominent position in your house. There's no way you could feel anything but peaceful staring at that.
Add a bubble bath and good book and you're set!
Gorgeous. I haven't been out west for years and I'm more than slightly jealous.
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Oh! I'm going there! To Salt Lake City. In the winter. I know! I'm just as shocked as you are.