Tuesday, May 17, 2016

The next best thing.

Christian has been to the ranch for a lot of days in March, tons of April,
and loads of May.  He's been preparing the cattle to go to pasture and
 has been needing to almost be exclusively in New Mexico.
My sweet parents have been so great to take me
 and the Little Nies under their wings.  
We've been at their house in the evenings, and 
once during the week we choose a different restaurant for dinner.
Dad drives my car and I sit up front next to him.  
He'll talk to me about how my days are going and what Christian is up to.
Mom sits in the back with the Little Nies talking to them about
 school and friends and summer prospects.
If I can't have Christian- they are the next best thing.

I remember my Grandma Clark telling me about when her husband- my Grandpa,
was killed in an airplane crash well before I was born.
 In fact, at the time, my dad (who was the oldest and only sixteen)
had seven other siblings younger than him. My Grandma was only thirty eight.
Grandma's dad would take her out on little dates to get ice cream.
He'd drive her around town and they would talk and drive,
and I imagine cry and cry too.
 Looking back, I'm sure that was so helpful 
and healing to Grandma in her bleak situation. 
Dads are amazing.
Last week after dinner, Dad drove us to Utah Lake where we 
watched motorized paragliders skim the lake.  
There were sailboats, and fisherman, families, and joggers.
Dad threw the football to Oliver while Lottie and Gigs looked for bugs.
It was a beautiful Spring evening in Utah.