Sunday brought us deciding if we were going to church or not. You see, my family (meaning me) has this long standing tradition that if you're on vacation, you don't have to go to church. I figured since I was technically on vacation, we could take the day off and not feel guilty about it. So we did. And we didn't.
Instead, we drove around the valley, and even though we've only been gone just short of 2 years, we felt like tourists. We saw things for the first time, again. Sugarhouse is still a cool place, and it felt nice seeing it with new eyes. Though we wanted to go up to Park City and Deer Valley, we had to return home to Troy and Kelli's to host my dad and Noma and their pre-wedding dinner.
The dinner went well. Her kids were all there, almost. Joni wasn't able to make it, and I'm sad because I don't know her at all. But the other kids were fun, and their kids and our kids all played really well together. It was nice to see that despite our families quirks, we can still blend with "normal" people.
My dad looked happy. Noma looked happy. And that's all that matters to me. It is still a little strange to see my dad moving on, but I don't have to look too far to see that we all have. So why not him? I think being a daughter will always come as a first reaction, but now I have to focus on being an adult first. It's tough, but it's okay.
3 comments:
I didn't know you have been in Utah. How was your trip? How are you doing?
I totally know what you mean about the tourist vibe. It's strange each time we go I feel more like a tourist. Funny how that happens?
YOU ARE NOT A GROWN UP!and thats all I have to say bout that!
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