We arrived in Idaho Saturday and from that moment on our weekend seemed a blur. The beautiful snow capped mountains and the fresh country air just about brought me to tears, maybe one or two escaped the corner of my eyes. No matter how long or how far away from "HOME" I am, going home is just a little slice of heaven. When we arrived at my sister's house I was greated by a HUGE smile on my niece's face as she ran towards me and jumped into a hug. She is getting so big and I realized how much I miss living so far away. Bodi is such a doll and despite coming down the stairs after removing his stinky diaper, he was dirty and it was obvious he was upset that he could not clean himself up with wet wipes. . .he is so much like I was when I was his age. I HATED being dirty and I was very particular.
We didn't arrive in Idaho until noon or later on Saturday, and despite only getting about 3-4 hours of sleep Bryan took me to the Second Chance Prom that the local radio station hosts every year. My sister borrowed me a beautiful dress and did my hair and the four of us enjoyed laughing all night and dancing until my feet terribly. Memories like these are worth more than money can buy.
The rides were short and sweet since I had to sort of sneak them in between family gatherings and the arrangements for Bryan's Grandpa. But I'll take 2 short rides and quick visits with loved ones. . .it was all worth the 40+ hours of driving.Save a Life...Be Someone's Hero...
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