Rest stop

This is a picture of a rest stop in Colorado. (Note the flag.)

Now we are in Utah, for the Tuesday wedding of Daniel and Brittany, Greg's youngest brother and the lovely fiancee.

I drove from Flower Mound to Park City. Fortunately, I had my parents and Roderick nearby until Fort Collins, where the kids and I stopped to visit some friends and my parents pushed ahead to Utah.

I made it here sound and safe. The only hiccups in our journey involved a certain child of mine announcing in the middle of nowhere that he had to poop (which he was not able to do along side a barbed wire fence, though the location was rather picturesque mountain ranch land, but he was able to hold it until a Pizza Hut with lunch buffet appeared) and a broken DVD player (which resulted in the prompt purchase of a new one--there was no way I was going to face the state of Wyoming alone with two whining kids and no functioning DVD player).

Greg too made it here, which is something of a miracle, with cancelled flights, rerouted airplanes, missed connections, and really expensive plane tickets. We picked him up at the airport yesterday just in time to swing by the store for a tie and clean shirt (his luggage is in Chile) and make it just twenty minutes late to Big Family Event Number One--a baby blessing and family photo shoot.

I was exhausted when we got home last night. I could barely drag myself into bed at 8:30. I guess I was tired from the drive and the ironing of clothes for said photo shoot, but mostly I think I am beginning to feel the wear and tear of the past year.

But today Greg is here. The children adore him, and much prefer him to me. And we don't have Big Family Event Number Two until later this afternoon. So this morning is my rest stop. I am going to read and sleep and watch some soccer, and do basically nothing. Try to recharge for these last few weeks ahead.

July 16 is the magic date.