So we just got back from a spur of the moment cross country trip.
It started when we got a text in the middle of the night from Jones' brother colt telling us Pops had had a heart attack and had been taken to a hospital. The next few days were tense as we waited to find out how serious it all was and trying to figure out a way to get there. Jones was really stressed out by the idea of all of us going. I kept trying to be ok with the idea of not going to see Pops, but I wasn't ok with it. Whether he likes it or not he was my Dad now too. He has been there a lot for me over the last 8 years as his daughter. Whatever happened we knew it had been too long since we had seen them and once Jones was able to get leave we packed up the car and left all together.
We made it to northern ID in 3 1/2 days. Amazingly everyone survived the trip.
It was so good to be there and see them in person. Pops was ok, and we were all very lucky that he went in when he did.
We spent the week there preparing for halloween and Thanksgiving which we had decided to do on the same day {zombie pilgrims} Hallowsgiving turned out to be really brilliant.
Pippa rocking the blouse dress I made her
Mama H was adorable and sent us all home with something we loved playing with while at her home.
Pops took us to see his work, which was really cool.
Jones had to be home sooner than we could possibly drive back so we flew him home and stayed in Utah with my parents for the next 10 days. My Mom was amazing and agreed to drive home with me. I am so grateful for her and all that she did for us while we were there and on our trip home.
While he was away he grew himself a Movember mustchache.
And I took some pics of my sisters in Utah
We were able to stop in Nauvoo, and Carthage IL, which was a really beautiful and spiritual experience even though it was a quick stop.
Joseph Smith was such an amazing man and I am so grateful for his legacy.
We named Everest, Simon Everest, the simon part is after my ancestor Simeon Dunn whose house we got to see. He lived right down the street from the prophet.
Alfred's hair might be wet because he bent down and tried to drink the puddles...more than once.
Such a crazy month. I feel so blessed to have been able to see family and go so many places. I also feel so blessed to have such a nice home to come home to. Coming home made me realize just how much we have and how blessed we are and how much gratitude I feel for my Heavenly Father.
It started when we got a text in the middle of the night from Jones' brother colt telling us Pops had had a heart attack and had been taken to a hospital. The next few days were tense as we waited to find out how serious it all was and trying to figure out a way to get there. Jones was really stressed out by the idea of all of us going. I kept trying to be ok with the idea of not going to see Pops, but I wasn't ok with it. Whether he likes it or not he was my Dad now too. He has been there a lot for me over the last 8 years as his daughter. Whatever happened we knew it had been too long since we had seen them and once Jones was able to get leave we packed up the car and left all together.
It was so good to be there and see them in person. Pops was ok, and we were all very lucky that he went in when he did.
We spent the week there preparing for halloween and Thanksgiving which we had decided to do on the same day {zombie pilgrims} Hallowsgiving turned out to be really brilliant.
Jones had to be home sooner than we could possibly drive back so we flew him home and stayed in Utah with my parents for the next 10 days. My Mom was amazing and agreed to drive home with me. I am so grateful for her and all that she did for us while we were there and on our trip home.
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