Well, we're back where we belong.
Back in scorching-hot Utah. Back in our big-windowed house. Back with our favorite playmates. Back with our own beds, own kitchen, and enough underwear that I can put off laundry instead of doing it every other day.
It's good to be back.
But part of me is still mourning our return to normalcy. It's restful to have my mom taking care of me. It's fun to spend so much time with my siblings. It's heartwarming to see my dad snuggling with Grey and Micah.
(And I use the word "heartwarming" in the least sarcastic way possible. It did make my heart happy.)
So to prolong our vacation just a little longer, here are some pictures.
I love, love, loved watching the boys learning to fish with their grandpa.
Of course, they didn't really have coordination or arm strength to hold a rod or cast a line. And they didn't have the patience to wait. And they kept throwing pebbles in the water and scaring away fish, so not a lot of anything got caught...
Not all of those memories are happy - sometimes 13 year old girls are angry at being forced to fish - but it was such an integral part of my childhood.
In fact, bet you didn't know that my dad was the Walleye Fishing World Champion one year when I was in high school.
That's what growing up in Minnesota gets you: A Professional Fishing Dad.
This trip was perfect in itself, but it also made me excited for the years to come. As the boys get older and more capable of doing things, our summers will be filled with golden sunsets at the lake.
Someday they'll teach their own sons and daughters how put a worm on a hook so the fish can't steal bites of it.
Man. I wish we lived on the water. I am growing more accustomed to Utah, but there is a serious lack of lakeside property here.