We spent a glorious TEN days together -- HOME! I didn't allow any friends or outside distractions, which meant we fell in love again. In love with outside, in love with organizing, in love with bowling, in love with take-out and in love with each other. Proof:
Loving summer herbs thriving in fall planters.
Loving the HUGE harvest moon.
In love with the reality that I can abandon this project.
In love with reading all eight Emma M. Lion novels -- for the the fourth time.
In love with my siblings -- time enough to send texts and reconnect. My five brothers have half a dozen sisters -- they will certainly never be deemed as unimportant.
In love with rainy football games.
Especially in love with the boy who caught a winning touchdown.
In love with the daddy who took us to dinner four times over break. Chipotle.
Rising Canes
G's Burgers
Panda
In love with this alum who went to watch the Cougars win -- in a freak monsoon that drove the faint of heart away.
In love with new music.
Bowlers.
In love with four people with the same size shoe -- Meg can be added to this quartet.
In love with the fact that I didn't use the bumpers once, nor did I throw a gutter ball!
In love with spontaneous fun.
In love with terrifying rappels. (Our 9.5 mile adventure in which no one complained. The day after Molly did comment, "My legs kind of hurt today."i
In love with my "little" friends who still fit in the grocery cart.
In love with temple goers and Phoenix sun.
In love with the fact that we didn't wait for Top Golf and went shopping for three hours instead.
In love witth children who decided that they wanted to go camping.
So they did -- complete with smores and laterns.
In love with spaces that are dejunked and organized.
In love with supportive grandparents.
In love with our resident big girl that stayed home all week.
In love with the glorious youth of our stake attending our best dance to date -- no pictures of the trophies.
In love with the poster making crew that was so happy to make HOCO posters.
We were so happy being in love.
Sister Babcock loving her companion,
Elder Babcock loving his companion.
Andy loving the rocks and this dude.
The Armstrongs loving each other and pumpkins.
And Andy. They love Andy.
Finally, loving those P-day calls that mean everything.