Life's been a roller coaster around here lately, with homecomings and funerals and family stuff and a temple trip (sans recommend - oops) and lots of driving (backseat barfing included, this time by MG) and internet discoursing and, of course, Eastering. Don't worry, I only cried three times.
Sunday we visited Brigham City for the first time that I can remember. It was pretty fun to see Slice's old "stomping grounds" (he mocks me EVERY TIME I say that about So. Jordan) and to talk to people who haven't seen him in over a decade.
The drive home wasn't so fun, what with MG screaming and Liam whining and the road stretching for almost four hours. I sat in back with the kids for the last 1.5 of them.
|Praise the heavens for modern technology on long car trips.|
It's been a rough time in this town, I'll tell you that.
I just hug my own beautiful girl tighter every day, and hope she knows how loved she is.
Incidentally, I never imagined in my younger days that I was learning music mainly to provide it at funerals. I've been asked/volunteered to sing, lead or play at so many funerals in the last five years I can't even count them all. Just one more reason why music is better than sports ..... ha.
I'm happy to serve, I really am. It's good for my life perspective.