Sometimes I get homesick.
Do you think that's strange?
Sometimes I think I get heat stroke.
But I don't...not really.
We went here today:
...where the sun shone bright and hot...
(Natural Bridges National Monument)
...and we hiked to the bottom of this bridge:
On the way down I held 8 year old Camryn's hand...she was scared she would fall...and die.
When we got near the bottom she said,
"This is beautiful! I love this! It's like walking along a pathway to _______" and then she got stuck on the word.
Jason and I tried to help her.
And with each answer she said no.
And this was her immediate response: "Yes, if we fall it will be the pathway to heaven."
She's a funny girl that one.
We found some sand at the bottom...and the kids loved playing in it...jumping into it even.
My brother-in-law Brian started a new trend:
It's a miracle they didn't break their backs.
At one point several of the nieces and nephews started chanting Jason's name:
"Jason. Jason. Jason." (They wanted him to do a flip off of the sand cliff.)
He told them no. And when they asked why he said, "I have something to live for now."
I love that husband of mine.
So...someone left me two questions in my comment section:
-how did you get so many followers?
-how many of them consistently read your blog?
How many of you do consistently read my blog? I have not the slightest clue.
I think when I answer the first part of the question I'll tell her I begged for followers...but help me out with the second question.
Care to tell me how many of you consistently read?
Okay...my knees...they're not as young as they used to be and they want me to go in search of an ice pack. I'm happy to give in to their desire.
Good night all...