These cousins who live and breath Idaho with us,
who moved to Nevada for a time.
They came for a very quick and memorable four days
surprising Zachary and all my hoodlums.
We celebrated a birthday
and generally, being together again.
We tie dyed T-shirts.
Partied with neighbors.
Oops. I forgot that I handed Aloria off to Uncle Charlie.
I don't think he minds.
And obviously, neither does she.
For several days I woke to the whining hum of the zip line, as the early rising monkey's hit it hard.
Coffee with chocolate and whipped cream, omelets, salads for lunch, late night dinner dates with
our brother and sis, visiting to all hours of the night after small cousins drift off to sleep.
Fireworks, Huckleberries, picking flowers and herbs, splashing in the
And the lake - our little mountain slice of heaven. We lived that experience together too :-)
This one is especially for Grama. Do you recognize this dress? It used to be yours.
This one is especially for you Grampa. Such big boys these fellows are: Judah, Clay, and Zachary.
I asked Judah if he caught any fish. He told me no, and told me he didn't get a chance to fish.
When I asked him why not, I nearly died at his reply:
"Well... Zachary kept catching fish, so he didn't want to share his pole.
And Clayton didn't catch any at all. He was sure he was going to though,
and didn't want to share his pole either."
I'm missing the thunder of many feet rumbling across the porch as meals were announced.
I'm missing the complete count of 11 rainbow colored shirts so easy to spot in the forest.
I'm missing coffee and whipped cream together on the porch.
I'm missing you each.
And I sure am glad you came!