Bus Stop

I have learned the ropes of riding the Utah bus system...for the most part.I thought this sign was kind of funny. It is the back view so no one really looks at it, but while I was waiting for the bus on Saturday morning I realized that one set of numbers was upside down.

I used the weekend to visit some cousins, but sadly did not take any pictures. I did, however, have a lot of fun. We rode the Trax (the train) to Downtown Salt Lake City for the Dew Tour (it is an extreme sports competition that I am pretty sure is world wide). The train was a first experience for all 10 kids, me included. My cousins and their friends all enjoyed watching the scenery fly by. Zach was so sure that we were going 100 miles an hour, but I am not sure we went that fast. We didn't actually watch any of the competitions due to some wrong information, but we did get to see a few amazing bike stunts and a whole bunch of crazy, sometimes a little scary, skate enthusiasts. We also had a very entertaining dinner at a nice Mexican restaurant. I am so glad our waiter Andy was patient and put up with the wild kids. It was really good food and we barely had time to let it sit before we had to dash of the the train station to catch a crowded train home. But well worth the experience.

I cannot believe that I already have some mid-terms coming up. There is no way I have been here long enough. And yet there are still times, like today, that I find myself feeling so homesick. Wishing that I could go back in time. Back to when all the kids were home.



Back to when my dad would try to set up the camera and accidentally take a picture without getting in the frame, when my mom was trying to teach me helpful skills, when Kamber had long hair and braces, when I wore clothes that didn't match the rest of the family, when Calvin actually looked at the camera and smiled, when Colten was in his bow tie phase, when Katelyn liked to pose for the camera, when Kelcey looked cute pouting, and when Klarie was a happy little baby who could have passed for a boy in a dress. I miss those days and wish I hadn't simply tried to get through them.

I wish I could hear their voices without the use of a telephone. I wish I could see their faces without having to look at past pictures. I wish I could hug them and hold them close.