The weekend meant a family dinner in Logan. From the mismatched placemats to the stacked cars in the driveway playing Tetris, family can grow, but it remains comfortably the same. Almost.
Funny how when you live far away from family, you don’t realize how much you miss, until you shock everyone by showing up and you see that you no longer fit in. I love that I have waited to have kids but it also means that I don’t relate to a lot of the poop-and-preschool conversation.
Places like Cache Valley don’t ever outgrow you. When the conversation becomes too much for my introverted self, the valley is fulfilling. It is not only where I arrived in the world as an infant but also where I returned to become an adult — a different sort of process, but an important one.
Plus, there are friendly horses.
Ignore the hair. I am still on a liquid diet, and between that and the home buying roller coaster, I have become a hermit. Woot.