The kids and I just got back from a week in Utah. It was a really fun, busy and beautiful trip. We had a baby blessing of my youngest nephew, a baptism of my oldest niece, and trips and hikes up into the mountains, walks around the neighborhood, swimming and picnics, a parade and fireworks for the fourth of July, a family trip to Jungle Jim's, and a day at Lagoon.
The kids and I had so much fun spending time with all their cousins, and with my family.
My entire childhood I spent romping around our backyard, and I don't think I had ever quite appreciated what a beautiful flower they were until my Dad talked to me about them, and I watched them one late afternoon as my kids picked raspberries, strawberries, and peppermint in the backyard.
So many of my trips back home remind me of this-- I spent my entire childhood there, and only now feel like I am gaining an appreciation of the absolute brilliancy and beauty of the valley I grew up in and the mountains that surrounded me. I could say the same for my family. I cherish those relationships and each of the members of my family the older I get.
I'm so glad I had some time at home with people I love, to soak it all up for a while.