Wednesday, July 30, 2008
The last few weeks have been a whirlwind. From the time we went "home" for harvest until now, things have been a little crazy. Crazier than usual even. We've always know we wanted our girls to grow up near family. Even though we're far away, we probably spend more time going "home" than the average family who lives near their family. Oklahoma has always had ahold of us.
Chris was offered a position that, not only is a wonderful career opportunity for him, but also takes us close to family. We've taken the long way around, but we're finally going "home".
As I sit under the tree in the backyard, bootlegging internet from the neighbors (thank you neighbors, whoever you are), watching the movers go back and forth loading everything we own onto a Mayflower truck, there's little for me to do but reflect on the last two years we've spent in Wyoming. Some people refer to us as "gypsies". While it's true we've moved quite a bit, we don't regret any of those moves, and we've always believed we were following where we were led. Each new place has given us opportunities and experiences I wouldn't have missed for the world.
So, as excited as I am to begin this new adventure in our lives, right now I'm thinking of the time we spent here, and the things we will most certainly miss...the memories we will carry with us.
The mountains...they give me a high I can't even put into words. They bring tears to my eyes while making me smile with the excitement of just being near them.
The patiently awaited first blooms of spring (although it's really more like summer since spring doesn't actually exist in Wyoming).
The thrills (just do what I do and pretend this is me):
The snow (in Nov-Feb...not so much in April, May, June...):
The beautiful fall weather:
And one of my very favorite things...going on our Christmas Tree hunt:
We will miss you, Wyoming, but we'd like to think we made the most of what you had to offer.
Friday, July 4, 2008
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Every June we spend about 10 days helping with harvest. Over the last 20 years, my city-boy husband has become quite the farmer. He looks forward to it, and I THINK they actually count on him. It's a family event, and although my girls have been many places, and experienced many different things, I think this might just be the most wholesome wonderful thing out of them all.
Every kid should get to experience country life...at least for a moment.
There's nothing like some good old-fashioned dirt-diggin' kind of fun!
Remember "Parachute Men"? They make for some cheap and great entertainment. :)
I love that my kids can get a small taste of how I grew up. I come from a hard-working family with good strong values, and, although there were times during my teenage years that I didn't want any part of it, I'm very proud that those are my roots. I can only hope that I can be the kind of example to my children that I was shown throughout my life...that of my family.