We Bought a House




The house is from 1982 – And hasn’t been updated since it was built (except the kitchen maybe 15 years ago).

After years of looking, we’ve finally bought a house.

Why did it take so long? The answer would be as long as the search. But suffice it to say that we feel really good about this purchase, and that it will be fantastic for our family.

But, let’s just be honest, there’s gonna be some hard work to do.

But when have Wyatt and I ever taken the easy way?


This is the view from the street of the back of the house. There’s about a mile of juniper bushes that need to be pulled out.


Again, the view of the back of the house from the sidewalk.


The view from midway back in the yard.


Wyatt’s favorite thing about the house is the 30×60 foot garage in the back. It’s extra tall, but far enough back that it doesn’t look too industrial. He’s got a lot of big plans for it.


The view from the back deck.

The Butler 4th Ward




Today was our last Sunday as members of the Butler 4th Ward.

We bought our house in the ward in November of 2004 – 11 years and 11 months ago.

We’ve been in this ward longer than any other ward in either of our lives.

I feel like I grew up in this ward. When we moved in 11 years and 11 months ago, we didn’t have any children. We didn’t have careers or money or experience to speak of. Good grief, we weren’t even done with school.

As I sat in sacrament meeting I thought about all the experiences of the ward – the things that meant so much to me – that carried my heart through these years. Here are some of the memories I will cherish forever:

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One of our “treat nights” – usually once or twice a summer we’d invite everyone and anyone over and to bring what ever they had on hand as a treat to share for an evening of chit-chatting.

Jed Henrie and his testimony. Every fast Sunday Jed would stand and plead with us to love our children, to teach them, and to be happy. I’ll admit, at first his testimonies were something I’d laugh at (a little too pentecostal for my comfort). Then they became something that I’d roll my eyes at. Finally, in those last years, I really cherished them as the kind words of someone who knew.

His wife, Dorothy, who was (is) the steady hand of all things good. She is the Marilla Cuthbert of my life, never stirred, always constant like the stars. Every week for all the years I lived in the ward (and 20 before that) she brought her disabled and frail husband to church. The last years literally carrying him in. Dorothy has been my VT comp these past several years, and I remember she told me Jed wasn’t doing well, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she’d be bringing him to church (it was December). I thought I should take my camera and get a picture of him in the bench one last time. I remember that sacrament when she brought him in, helped him sit down. I’d brought my camera, but left it in the car. I never did go get it out. And he never came into the chapel again. He died that spring, and Wyatt presided at the funeral. I will always remember Jed and Dorothy Henrie.


Jed and Dorothy Henrie from back in the day.

I remember Sue Harrison and Cindy Beverly, my first VT’s in the ward. They were both older ladies in their mid 50’s. Both had grown up in the ward and had been best friends since childhood. Neither had married until just a few years before I moved into the ward, Sue married Glen Harrison, an older gentleman who, after his divorce, had moved back into the neighborhood he had grown up in, and reconnected to Sue. Anyhow, Sue and Cindy were the best. Cindy was jovial and hilarious. Sue was serious and kind all the time. They have both been excellent examples to me of being steadfast and firm in the faith.


4th of July street fireworks at the Enghs with a plethora of neighbors.

I remember my first calling in the ward was to teach Sunday school to the 16-17 year old’s in the ward. And the teacher of the 14-15 year old’s flaked 3 weeks out of 4 so I ended up teaching both classes-which was perfect because I was able to get to know all the youth in the ward. I remember I had no problem telling the identical twins, Kate and Amanda Lybbert apart, but for the life of me, I could not figure out Brett and Mike Smith – even though they were two years apart in age.


Mike holding Calvin in the tractor.

Eventually I did figure out the difference between the two. And then Wyatt hired Brett Smith and Quinn Malovich to do some work in our yard, and they ended up helping us with all sorts of projects. I still have such a soft spot for those boys, and hope all the best things for those two.


Brett at the parade.

I remember when we first moved over to Meadow Downs. I kinda got to know the Smiths, but not well. But at one point during some conversation, I told them to come on down any time for desert, no invite needed (we would often have treat nights with the Engh’s and Sorensen’s in those days). I will always remember the evening they showed up at my door. As they came in they both held up forks. I laughed and laughed and knew we’d be friends forever.


The Smith family under our tree.

Of course, I remember Kathe Hollingshaus. Moving across the street from her gave me an opportunity to first get to know the elderly in the ward – to see them in a way I never had before. She was my friend, and I feel like she was the first one to teach me that I had a lot to learn from these wonderful older members of the ward.


Kathe Hollingshaus and Olivia

I remember when Olivia was born – Olivia was the first (the next one coming just ten days later, and another a week after that) of ten babies born in the ward that year. For 9 of the 10 it was our first babies. In addition to those 10, two or three more babies of the same age (and their mothers) moved into the ward within the next couple years. It was so wonderful to embark on the journey of motherhood with a brood of other women in my same situation.


Jamie Kirkham and Nicole Ferguson and a herd of small children from the ward.

I remember the ward parties. I remember being in charge of the ward parties (I’ll admit, that wasn’t fun), and then when Kellie took over (that was fun). I remember winning (well, 3rd place) the ward chili cook off, and sitting at the table with Don Adamson as he bemoaned his stewardship as judge of the cook off. “It’s dangerous eating people’s chili” he complained – “you never know what people have put in them.” And I laughed my wicked laugh inwardly. My secret ingredient for my chili: Beer.


The annual ward Easter Egg hunt.

I remember all the service in the ward – the service to my family. I still remember Brenda Sim taking one look at me and saying “You look like you do not want to talk, so I’m just going to take Olivia.” And then she took Olivia to and from preschool all the rest of the year. (I was expecting, and sick, and indeed, did not want to talk.) And I remember the time I made a passing comment of being sick (not expecting) on FB and the next thing I know Tiana Titus and Nicole Ferguson showed up with dinner for my whole family. I remember how overwhelmed I felt to know that others cared that much.


Ian and Nicole Ferguson

I will always remember Halloween in this neighborhood. No trunk-or-treats here. In our neighborhood the kids run from house to house, showing the old and young their costumes (indeed, the trunk or treat has been vetoed vehemently in our neighborhood by the elderly who love to see the kids out in their costumes). I’ll never forget the treats and traditions in our neighborhood: Home-made scones at the Enghs, the S’more’s Bar at the Reimann’s. The hot chocolate and doughnuts at the Nydeggers, and the home made Rootbeer at Jim and June’s, all filtered with full sized candy bars and traditional candy treats. And the kids run from house to house and the parents congregate in the streets, and all eyes are sharp watching out for each child to keep them safe in a community full of love for them.


Halloween in the Neighborhood

I’ll also remember the Gospel Doctrine lessons of this ward. I’ve taught GD for five of my 12 years here. But it’s not the classes I’ve taught that stand out – there are actually quite a few classes I’ve attended over the years, where the spirit has been strong and testified truths of the gospel to me. And I’ll remember those conversations with my brothers and sisters in the gospel.


Bishop Wittwer

And I’ll remember the Bishops of the ward – each taught and gave our families so much. Bishop Childs helped us find our current house, giving us and inside tip to a house coming on the market. Bishop Wittwer will always be the kindest, most loving man in my mind – the type of grandpa they have in story books, with eyes that twinkle (I kid you not, they twinkle!), and Bishop Trelease, who has been a steady hand and a voice of assurance as I’ve turned to him more than he probably wishes with my parenting woes, and he’s always been calm and reassuring to my concerns.


Bishop Trelease with Ryan and Wyatt

And Leslie Trelease has been a special friend for many years. When ever I get a chance I seek her out in any company. Her conversation is the best! She has an insight and thoughtfulness that I crave in my otherwise shallow life. She listens to me and challenges me like my favorite teachers of my school days.


Preparing for the primary program.

Another calling I had in the ward was teaching primary. I did that for about three years, and in that time I was able to get to know the next batch of kids (they’re the youth of the ward now). I love the chance to get to know the kids of the ward – to see their lives unfold before us.


The primary

I will always remember Jana Malovich – how she was like the neighborhood mom – the person you called if there was something you needed help with or didn’t know how to do. She would lend me her quilting frame, helping me set up my quilts and projects. She’s helped me put on the scout badges on my boys uniforms, she’s helped me with embroidery projects. She’s always cheerful and happy to help, and I’ve always appreciated her kindness.


Ward Bridal shower.

And I think about Sister Beverly. When I think of her though I see her bouffant hair from behind. Because that’s how I saw her every week for years as we sat in the pew behind her during sacrament meeting. The kids would throw toys and poke her with crayons, and one time I even gingerly picked a stray paper airplane from her hair, hoping she didn’t notice. But she was always so kind and encouraging after the meeting. She’d tell me my kids were great. And she never broke her smile, and she never gave me a sideways glance to make me second guess her sincerity. I think she really believed it.


YW Camp

I remember meeting Olivia Childs and Claire Nelsen not long after we moved in. I think they were at the bishops office collecting their after-church-lollipops that are a tradition in our ward. In any case, I was talking to them and asked them their names, and Olivia said “Olivia” and I just lit up and said “Oh! That’s what I’m going to name my baby! I love that name.” And then I turned to Claire Nelson and she said “Claire” and again I lit up and said “Oh, I love that name, that’s going to be my baby’s middle name!” And ever after that I always knew who those two girls were. And now Olivia is married and lives in an apartment in the ward, and she team teaches GD with me! And Claire is recently returned home from her mission.


Neighbors and friends congregating in the back yard for a treat night.

All these memories and a million more are the kaleidoscope of happiness that will forever flash through my mind when I think of my time living here at Meadow Downs.

And all these things are more than just silly memories and funny moments because living in the Butler 4th ward has been more than just a socially good time, it has been a comforting envelope of the Saviors love. All of these moments, all of these relationships, have brought me closer to my Savior.

How wise the Savior is to create a church where we can look after one another, and come, hand in hand, unto Him. And how wonderful it has been to live in a ward where those ideals of gospel function are working like a well oiled cog. Our family has never been able to get far away from the Lord because our ties to him have been constantly reinforced by the ties of our ward. Their love, service and kindness has testified of the Love of the Lord, and have strengthened my testimony. How very grateful I am for that.

Everett’s 7th Birthday




Opening gifts at his birthday party

Today is Everett’s 7th Birthday! I can’t believe he’s only seven. I really don’t remember life without that sweet boy.

Observations about Ev: I really feel like he has the most gigantic soul of anyone I know. He is so in tune to the people and things around him. He feels things before anyone else even knows there’s something to be felt. He has so much goodness in him. He is a friend and a gift giver and truely loves people. I went to parent-teacher-conference for him last week, and his teacher handed me a $1 bill, saying Everett had brought it to school, saying it was his tooth fairy money. He insisted on giving it to her as a special gift for her. She said it melted her heart. Even though she tried to refuse the gift, he was so insistent. I just thought – yeah, that sounds like him.


Everett chose this shirt for the first day of school after I told him what the shirt said. He thought that was a fair description of himself. I could not agree more.

If I give him responsibility, he takes it very seriously. Because he really seems to thrive off being trusted and responsible, I try to make him in charge as much as I can . . . usually just of himself, but he still takes that very seriously. He enjoys giving reports on his good behavior.

Everett is really just the sweetest thing. When I think of him I think of a soft squishy sponge – squeeze even just a little and the juices from the inside will spill out (like tears). I love this boy.


This photo captures the essence of Everett – tears of heart felt life at any given moment. KISSSSSSS

For his birthday we celebrated all week. I let him choose dinners through out the week, I let him help me with special chores and run extra errands with me. Wyatt took him on a boys night out, and we had a birthday party for him over at the church.


Everett’s Birthday Party, left to right: Calvin, Drake Randall, Everett, Jace Reimann, Kiera Herscher, Eric Pierson, Andrew, Chloe McGlincey, Brynn Sjoblom, Malia Jackson, Kiera Engh

We also had cinnamon rolls for breakfast on his birthday, and we had ice cream and cake as a family. LOVE THAT BOY!


We always open presents first thing in the morning on birthdays.


Since Ev’s birthday was a Saturday this year, the kids had all day to lounge around and play with his loot.


We played a wild game of pin the smile on the pumpkin.


We colored velvet posters from the dollar store (this entertained the kids, no joke, for about a half hour. They were into it!


Of course, cup cakes and ice cream.


And gifts.


And candy from a piniata. So much fun.


Everett is starting to read so we got him a whole slew of books: Pete the Cat Collection; Captain Underpants Collection, The Boy’s Book: How to be the Best at Everything; Pokemon Sticker book; a large lot of Pokemon cards; Bulbasaur (Pokemon) action figures; a train pencil sharpener (the kids LOVE mine, and are always stealing it away, so I knew Ev’s little artist heart would love having one of his own); a box of pencils (to sharpen of course); some paint, brushes and colored pencils. Happy Birthday Everett!


And a Side Note about the Birthday Party:

We had the birthday party over at the church, just like countless others we’ve had through the years. As we were setting up Wyatt and I discussed how eerie it felt to be throwing what we knew would be the last birthday party in the Greenfield chapel. It was such a strange feeling as I thought of all my babies birthday’s I’ve celebrated over there.

Thank goodness the Lord let’s us have our parties at His house so I don’t have to clean mine ;)

And now, a look back at the birthday parties held over at the church through the years . . .


Everett’s 7th Birthday, October, 2016


Andrew’s 5th Birthday, August 2016


Calvin’s 8th Birthday, July 2015


Everett’s 5th Birthday Party, 2014


Calvin’s 7th Birthday, 2014


Calvin’s 6th Birthday, 2013


Olivia’s 5th Birthday, 2010

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Olivia’s 3rd Birthday, 2008





DSC_1270Things have been kinda crazy around here (but seriously, when are they ever not?) We’ve had the house under construction (again) – this time a bathroom remodel to hopefully help the house sell. Because there have been workers in my house the past week, I have been trying to stay out of the way. One day I threw Roo and Nate in the car and went for a fall drive over Guardsman pass. Here are some photos from the drive. DSC_1233




I Think I Think Too Much




Sometimes there are a billion kids at my house. On this day it was: Drake Fletcher, Emma Shaw, Kate and Chloe McGlincey, Owen and Reed Jorgensen, and Oaklee, Aiden and Dec Pugh. It’s fun for the kids to have so many friends come play.

ON Minimalism We decided we’d put our house on the market as soon as we got home from Hawaii, around May 15th. In anticipation of that I packed the basement up – books, movies, wrapping paper, art supplies, pictures . . . all gone. We weren’t any where near ready for the market when we got home. So I continued to pack – the bedrooms, the kitchen, the bathrooms and closets. Everything was gone through, donated, thrown away, and/or packed. Even the furniture. I sold the piano. I sold the beds. I got rid of the dressers. I got rid of the table. That was in June.


Zinnias are in bloom in the yard.

Since then we’ve eaten outside on the deck or the grass on paper plates. We’ve slept on mattresses on the floor. Our individual possessions (books, toys and clothes that aren’t packed) have been stored in plastic storage bins – one per person in the family. We’ve lived with two pots and no measuring cups.

We have lived the very essence of that minimalist lifestyle that’s so en vogue right now.


Nate, Reed and Roo at the Dino Museum.

And I think it’s DUMB!

The most surprising to me has been my books. Those were the first things to be packed as I figured they would be the easiest to go without. WRONG! So many times in these past months I’ve needed to reference books that I know I own, but can’t because they’re packed away in boxes at Jena’s house. Not just one or two books either. Lots – probably dozens – over the summer – have come up in conversation or interest, and yet I can’t go find them to clarify what ever thought or point I have. GRRR!

And I’ve found that after all these months without a functioning kitchen, all I want to do is make a meal. A real meal. Maybe even a cake! I want to paint a picture (I put my art supplies at the cabin, and have brought a few back because it was too much). So – I’m calling the whole minimalist movement out. It’s dumb. It doesn’t work for a real family. And if you think it’s cool, you don’t know what you’re talking about.


Sunset from the town park in Oakley.

ON Adventures Back in August I told Roo – “when you’re at school I will clean the house. Then when I pick you up we can go do something fun.” He latched onto that idea like it was a blood oath! He wants me to take him on fun adventures. Trouble is . . . I’m busy. Gosh darnit! I’m always busy. But I’ve bit my tongue and taken him anyway a couple times. I’ll admit, the activity is always bombarded with my thoughts of my never ending to-do list, but I’m exercising self control and Carpe-ing the Diem out of this time with Nate and Roo. One day we went to the dinosaur Musuem, another day we went on a hike and fall drive. Good times. IMG_1458

ON Physics
Last winter scientists announced that they had detected and proved a theory of gravitational waves. The way they did this was by splitting a beam of light down two different tunnels about two miles long, and reflecting the light back to a sensor. When the gravitational wave hit, it bent the light on one side, delaying the light’s time back to the sensor by just the smallest fraction of a second. That delay in the light was the evidence of the gravitational wave bending the light. The big deal part is that the gravitational wave was detected within months of the calibration/experiment. Because they found evidence of the waves so quickly, scientists now believe that gravitational waves are probably more common than previously supposed.

So here’s what I thought when I read it, but I haven’t seen it addressed in any follow up articles to this discovery: If gravitational waves have the ability to slow down light as the light passes through them, doesn’t this then change all previous calculations of distance and time based solely on the speed of light? I mean, if you assume something is x distance away based on the speed of light which is constant, but that constant now has the ability to be manipulated by waves, and if those waves are common – isn’t it kinda like figuring out how far away down town is based on a car that travels 60 miles an hour, but now you find out that the car has been stuck in traffic the whole time? I mean, shouldn’t this change a lot of what we “know” in astrophysics at least as far as distance and time are concerned?

I love science, but it always makes me want to scream when someone tells me a scientific absolute.


ON House Projects

The house has been on the market a little over a month. In that time we’ve had showings once or twice a day – which is a lot. But no offers. Some of the feedback we’ve gotten a few times is that they don’t like the layout of the bathroom. So yesterday Wyatt took the house off the market and today we started another project . . . a full bathroom remodel. I was praying that it wouldn’t come to this. But . . . here we go again.


ON Habits

I’m trying to change some of my habits right now (let’s be honest, I have a lot of habits I want to change). One habit in particular I am using a friend as mentor/person to help me be accountable for the change. The other day I text her a small success I had. She text me back and said “It only takes 21 days to make a habit”

And in my head, my snarky side said “Oh bull.”

Maybe it takes 21 days to develop a bad habit. But at age 36 I can say I’ve never developed a good habit yet. I looked through my whole soul to see if I have any good habits, and guess what? I don’t. NOT ONE. IMG_1469Example: Going to church.

I’ve gone to church pretty much every single week of my entire life. Other than being out of town and out of range of a church, which happens maybe once a year, I’m at church every.single.week. And still, it’s not something I consider a habit. I still have weeks where I’m tired, overwhelmed or just plain have a bad attitude, and I don’t want to go. On those Sundays the only reason I’m there is because I willed myself to be there. But it most definitely isn’t out of thoughtless habit.

There’s lots of other things I’ve done for much longer than 21 days, and those habits have never taken either. So . . . I don’t know what to say about that other than it probably only takes 21 days to set a bad habit, but definitely not a good one.


ON Moving

Wyatt and I finally found a house to buy. In June we found this house in Pepperwood – it was everything a person probably wants on paper – a very nice neighborhood, a large home, a big lot, the home had been remodeled top to bottom and was in great condition. But . . . there was just something off, and I couldn’t fall in love with it even though I knew I should.

Then not long after that we were driving through a neighborhood in Draper that we looked at a couple years ago. It’s in the heart of old draper, right by the Draper Park. The lots are large and the homes are old. We talked to a few residents and I don’t know, something just clicked. I knew that was the neighborhood I wanted to live in.

IMG_1486The only trouble was there wasn’t a SINGLE.HOME. in the neighborhood for sale. A few days later we went back to the neighborhood and started knocking doors. We asked if anyone wanted to sell or knew of anyone that was looking to sale. We had no luck. No one we talked to had heard any rumors of anyone wanting to move. So on Sunday we went to the ward. We cornered the bishop and asked him. He didn’t have any ideas for us either.

The next week we knocked doors again, asking if there was anyone around that wanted to sell. Finally we met a lady who told us she had just done her visiting teaching last week, and her teachee had told her they might start thinking about downsizing.


I took Roo and Nate on a hike. We went about a half mile on the trail before turning around and coming back. I think they did awesome. No one needed to be carried.

She pointed us to the house on the corner. We went and knocked on that door. But no one was home. A few days later we went back and knocked again. This time a very sweet old lady answered the door. We introduced ourselves, told her what her VT had told us, and told her we were looking to buy in the neighborhood. She invited us in to talk. There wasn’t much time to talk that evening so we made an appointment to come back the next week.

And we talked some more. Eventually over the next couple days we settled on a price and selling conditions. We’ve been working on the purchase ever since. IMG_1500The home is nothing compared to the Pepperwood home. It’s not nearly as big, and the condition leaves a lot to be desired. The couple is very old and in frail health, so the property hasn’t been properly maintained in many years. The trim on the house is warped, rotting and falling off. The inside is . . . vintage . . . and worn. The yard is both overgrown and dead. It’s a BIG project. But we’re really excited. Both of us think in the long run it will be fantastic. But . . . we’re in for another long run. IMG_1509

ON Friendship

Last summer I never even saw Anna once. In January I wrote her a letter apologizing. That’s not the type of person I want to be – one who is too busy to make time for people who matter to me. I promised her and myself that I wouldn’t fall into that again. This summer I made time! And we got together several times. It was never a big event, in fact we just hung out at her house or Aunt Linda’s.

And Andi has been asking me to come to Colorado for years, but I’ve never gone. This year when she invited me to Chris’s birthday party, I knew I needed to go, and figured it out and went.

Hanging out with both Andi and Anna made my soul fill up. Like lungs with oxygen, it was sooooo good for me, and I left their company each time feeling joyful. IMG_1522Friends are important. And old friends really are GOLD. There’s no pretense. There’s no being something other than what I am. And I always feel like they see the best in me. Like they remember me when I was fun and adventurous, instead of the me that’s always stressed out and annoyed. And it’s soooo good to be seen that way sometimes. I need to hang out with them more often ;) IMG_1515ON the Lord

I’ve had a lot of thoughts about blessings this year as we’ve been tackling this move. Obviously my prayers have been anxious as I’ve felt such heavy needs weighing on me.

At first I felt a lot of guilt: “Heavenly Father, please bless me with more . . . while other of your children in this world go without so much.” How could I even dare to ask for more when my blessings were so grand in the first place? And how could I ask for the resources of attention from Heavenly Father when others were so desperate? Shouldn’t I instead pray “bless them?”

But then it came to me . . . my concern of asking for more, as if doing so was taking away from someone else, was a very mortal perspective. Heavenly Father is omnipotent. His resources are eternal and His ability to bless me in no way detracts from His ability to bless His other children. (And I did, and do, pray for the blessings of others in the world.)


One day I went to get the mail, and I found a letter addressed to Calvin from the White House . . . President Obama sent Calvin a response to his letter he wrote him last summer in Scouts. *It should be noted, I’m not really a big fan of President Obama, but it was cool to receive a letter from the President of the United States.

Also, we had a regional conference on Sunday. The opening hymn was “How Firm a Foundation.”

Which, being a lifetime member of the LDS Church, is obviously one I can sing from memory. I probably haven’t popped open a hymn book for that song in 20 years. But seeing the words on the screen of the broadcast made me really pay attention to them. And the first couplet: “How firm a foundation, ye Saints of the Lord, is laid for your faith in his excellent word.”

Those words pierced my heart at that moment. How exciting and comforting to know that in this world where men’s hearts truly are failing them – when people are abandoning what is right to follow the loud voices of the world – how wonderful to know that the foundation is solid. If I can develop and resolve in my faith of Jesus Christ, that foundation will not fail me. Others who are failing are not footed in the correct foundation of the gospel. They must have had “testimonies” of family expectations, or social outlets, or cultural traditions. If their faith was footed on the foundation of the Savior and his doctrines, their faith would have never failed them.

And being given that little bit of spiritual direction from Heavenly Father was then followed up by the very last words of the song:

The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose
I will not, I cannot, desert to his foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never, no never, I’ll never, no never,
I’ll never, no never, no never forsake!


Mostly the words were a great comfort to me because I’ll admit, at times I’m overcome with distress for my children. I see so many friends and family members who have left the church. And the strength and welfare of my own children is constantly at the forefront of my mind. I felt very reassured by Heavenly Father that he has prepared a way and foundation for my children to have spiritual strength in this world and this time.

Captain Chris’ Swashbuckling 70th




Lexi made a fantastic pirate treasure cake.

The day after school started I got up bright and early (4:30 am) to catch a flight to Denver, where Andi was throwing her dad a surprise 70th Birthday party. DSC_1144


Andi made these fantastic t-shirts for the party. And by made, I mean made.



Lighting the candles was a hilarious endeavor as they all started flopping over and melting.




The funniest/best part of the weekend was when I arrived. Chris didn’t know I was coming, so I snuck in through the basement. Then I went upstairs very non-chalantly and went and sat down on the couch, next to him. Then I turned to him and said something like “How’s it going?” and he completely jumped out of his skin, and we all laughed and laughed and hugged hello. And just like that, the weekend kicked off.

20160827_164120It was wonderful to spend time with Andi and her family. It’s comforting to be around people from my childhood. Its good to be back in the company of people who know me well, and never hold it against me. IMG_1388