Discoveries

photo by Paige

We found this little fawn who had lost its mother near our cabin. Look at that beautiful face and those two inch lashes. Sigh. A lost fawn is a sad thing.

I feel a little lost myself, coming home from such an extended trip. We were loved and our children were able to interact with the greatest grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins in the world.

We had big adventures. We went rock climbing, boating, water skiing, spent time in several mountain retreats, hiked, rode the Alpine Slide, ate milkshakes, attended a two week ballet camp, read books, watched movies, got sick, recovered, scaled bridges, looked for treasure, drank hot cocoa in the Uintas every morning, competed for candy, discussed books, movies, essential oils, picked wildflowers, ate big meals, played badminton, rode bikes, built a dam, hand-washed dishes for 30 people, went swimming, and more.

The van is covered in mud.

The day after a vacation is something one just endures.

photo by Paige

The poppies were in bloom at the cabin. We took about 600 pictures of them which I will faithfully share.

We sat down to watch Richard’s videos of the trip, only to discover that he forgot to turn off the camera as he went down the Alpine slide. He and Mark are yelling and we have a good view of his hand. The camera, still on, followed us through Park City, picking up gems of conversation such as, “That slide was too slow. I didn’t have any fun.” On the ride back to the cabin, the camera picked up a tantrum and my threat, “Pull over, Richard. Let’s see if this man and his dog will let Mark walk with them for a while.”

Sweet. Now my bad parenting can be available on DVD.

I’m also bad at feeding the children vegetables and seeing that they get adequate sleep.

My children endure it well. They can read and play piano, and they show well at church. (Phew!) Although, after weeks and weeks of vacation, I’m not so sure they can play the piano anymore.

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Angela

I write so my family will always have letters from home.