Monday, September 21, 2015
Saturday, September 19, 2015
|At our favorite place, the Best Western in Park City. |
We've tried other paces but always come back here.
Side note, the Park City Walmart is also a regular stop.
|We were laughing in this picture that it took us until |
3pm to get dressed and out of the hotel room!
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Sunday, September 13, 2015
Crossing the bridge to the island.
Our first glimpse of Big Bertha.
Crazy amounts of shopping and multiple trips to Food Lion. A menu of our favorite foods.
Car treats. Sand in my ears. (Why does this surprise me every year??)
and we celebrated the triplet's 15th birthday and Josh's 20th.
This year we filled the hot tub to capacity, and then some.
As always we watched the ocean and listened to the waves and rejoiced that we were able to be there again.
Then there are the memories that are specific to particular years. The year of the dragonflies. The year of the tidepools. The year we weren't at Big Bertha and the year of mother styles.
My other strongest memory will always be the massive sunburn I got from going out to swim in the rain. The clouds were so heavy that I was sure I didn't need sunscreen...unfortunately when the clouds started clearing I ignored that niggling little thought and didn't go get sunscreen. I was burned so badly that my forehead was swollen. I regretted that decision for the rest of the week!
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
One day after he'd been home for a while I happened to glance at my list while getting plates and noticed that there had been a small addition.
It made me laugh so hard! Then I couldn't take the note down, because it made/makes me happy every time I look at it.
Then after Mahon and Cindy Lynn visited in February I noticed yet another addition.
I couldn't take that down either, could I??
Last note. I've been planning for a couple of months to go on a whale watching trip right before the kids went back to school but I kept forgetting to make the reservations. So one night I wrote the word "whales" on a post it and put it on the bathroom mirror. When I woke up the next morning this is what I saw.
Sometimes the small things sure bring big happiness!
Friday, September 4, 2015
Long ago (when I was a younger mom and still sure I knew almost everything) someone told me that they showed love for their child by buying them things.
I was appalled. I'd known immediately when I first heard of the book "The Five Love Languages" that whatever my love language was, it wasn't gifts. In my (young) wisdom I knew that there were better and healthier ways to show love than to buy things.
Years have passed since that time. I can still remember an intermediate moment when I had the realization "I am buying my child's love with this purchase here and now." And I still did it. Because right then I wanted to show love and that seemed like a good way in that moment.
I've shown love to my kids many different ways since then. I've given rides and massages and back scratches, I've had late night talks and long phone calls. I've played board games and card games and done things I didn't want to do when I was too tired to do them. All of it because I love these kids like crazy and want them to know it.
I was laughing this morning as I wondered how many batches of cookie dough I've made in the weeks that Josh has been home. Three of them I can't blame on him--they were for the day I took snacks for 90 kids to band camp. I could have gone to the store and bought something, of course, but once again I was showing my love for my 3 band kids by bringing the good stuff, real homemade chocolate chip cookies.
Usually Josh wants regular cookies, but a few days ago I made chocolate chocolate cookies with both chocolate and mint chips. I baked some cookies and put the rest of the dough in the fridge where Josh found it and declared it the best cookie dough ever. Yesterday I made more, once again baking just one batch and putting the rest in the fridge.
This morning I noticed that while no more cookies have been baked, the cookie dough is almost gone. Guess it's time to make another batch. Josh leaves for Rexburg in a couple of days and I have to show my love by making cookie dough while I can.
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Due the the rough surf and some other weather conditions we knew that there was a higher chance than normal of rip currents. The first evening we experienced strong currents about 6 houses down from Big Bertha, and so we resolved to always get out before we had drifted down that far. Some days the eastward pull wasn't that strong and we could play in the waves for a long time before we had to reposition ourselves. But other days there was a strong pull to the east and in what seemed like no time at all we'd need to ride a wave in and walk back up the beach to the 3rd or 4th house past Big Bertha.
Sometimes I'd go all the way out of the water and walk, but sometimes I'd start walking up the beach while I was still in the shallow water. Invariably I felt a little off balance when I walked in the water--not only is the sand not level there in the shallows, the level changes are frequent and significant. One step goes down a foot and then the next only six inches. Or you might take 3 steps in a deeper area and then be up almost a foot higher.
One day as I was lurching through the shallow water on my way back to the place that was the designated "go back into the waves" place I had the thought that this shallow area was a lot like life. So many times I'm going along in life and all looks smooth ahead, and then wham, I hit a pothole that isn't visible and am in it up to my knees. So many times things look even on the surface but underneath they're completely and rapidly uneven and I lurch back and forth. Sometimes in life I get in a hurry and don't walk all of the way out of one situation (the water) before I start moving forward again, even though is so much more work that way. This summer I reminded myself over and over again that this part of the ocean floor is just that way, and I think I need to remember that sometimes life is just that way too...