the other side

This weekend, we went to meet up with Josh's family.

I love watching the clouds stretch out like that. I live in the mountains, and at home, it's easy to believe that the world is as small as the crook in the arms of the Rocky Mountains. You can't convince yourself in a place like that farm, because there's all that blue and all that green asking you if you believe in open spaces.
After watching the cousins irrigate, I have a whole new wonder for the way that those fields grow. Standing and talking, waiting for the water to reach the bottom of the field and watching the bloodhound make his rounds.
Coming back to the house and being around all those babies and pregnant ladies. It's so odd to me to think that his generation of that family is having families, that we are old enough to get married and build our own lives. What happened to light saber wars and mud fights? When did our conversations turn from the night time habits of raccoons to where to rent over three hundred chairs, how to become a licensed teacher and which suv's get the best mileage and the most storage space.
And tell me, when on earth did I come to love picking up those babies? I do know, though, that I absolutely love that at the first balled up eyes or huff I can send them right on back to their mothers.
We found dragonflies and rode on the paddle boat (or is it pedal boat?) on the reservoir. We ate Chester's Chicken and took a very very long nap.

I heard several apologies about how I must be overwhelmed by the sheer number of people there. Overwhelmed, I have to smile at the use of that word. If only they knew the ability of my family's numbers to overwhelm...


I love happy people, and I love big dogs.