Thursday, May 02, 2019

Back to Utah

After hearing about a $150.00 round trip ticket from RDU to SLC, 
I spontaneously booked a flight and headed back to the place I was born.
It was perfect timing since my high school (Provo High),
 was inducting me and my brother Topher into the school's hall of fame.
I couldn't miss that opportunity to be with Topher and have
those memories with him forever.
It was truly an honor to be by his side.
He is such a sweetheart!!
I stayed with Lucy and adored being with her darling children.
I missed my own babies, but being alone was nice because
I was able to focus solely on my extended family.
I got to see most of my siblings and some nieces and nephews.
It seems like everyone has grown up to much.
Like Ollie's best cousin Buggy:
Late at night Lucy, Andrew and I would stay up way to late
laughing and talking about social media woes, 
and our opinions on everything- which is really deep stuff, you know.
Andrew has started a new jewelry company called Heir.
It's beautiful stuff and I'm not just saying that because he's my BIL.
I mean it so much!!  (hint hint: Mothers's DAY!).
My favorite part of the trip was being in Lucy's living room 
watching her children dance and play around.
I could do that for hours- and we did!
One morning after her kids were off to school, I sat in the nursery
while Lucy picked out clothes for her not-so-baby Sally to wear.
These are the simple ordinary moments I live for.

The girls and I will be back in a few days for PROM!
We're ready and excited to go!
I am planning on connecting with ALL my siblings then,
and am really looking forward to that.
As time goes on, I realize just how much I hate flying.
I hate it so much.  Why is it just starting to effect me? 
I mean after the crash I didn't mind it so much, but now I do.
Lucky for me on the way home I sat by a United Airline pilot who
 let me talk his ear off about every scenario and question I could ever have about airplanes, 
(geese collisions, cloud shapes, lightening strikes).
He probably wanted to go to bed since he was going to 
be flying to Buenos Aries once he landed, but he was so kind to 
really listen and talk to me.
We also talked about my accident and what true beauty is.
He was an angel from heaven,
and before I knew it we were landing.
When we said goodbye he gave me a warm hug and I'll probably
never see him again.
It was an answer to prayers.  Really.

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