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Monday, 21 July 2014

Writing on Stone.

This week lasted for what seemed like months.  From arriving home from Utah on Monday, to saying the official goodbye to my boy on Tuesday, anticipating an email every hour of everyday, and all the emotions in was like the week would never end.  It also didn't help that I had hoped to go camping with Jantz, Katie, and the boys on Friday night, but unfortunately I worked both Friday and Saturday night, so I didn't get out there until 10:30 on Saturday.  But you better believe I enjoyed the 5 hours of camping I did get to experience.
Nix and Benson were already asleep in the trailer by the time I arrived, but after talking around our makeshift campfire (A lantern stuck in the fire pit) for a few hours we were also ready to head to bed.  I crawled next to Nixon in the little trailer and soon got woken up by his body snuggled up next to mine, and him asking in the pitch dark, "is this kayla?" MELTED MY HEART! 
Ugh that boy!
We woke up the next morning and Jantz made all of us breakfast: Monkeybread in the dutch oven, roasted potatoes and bacon—not too shabby. We didn't want to waste anytime, so after cleaning up from breakfast we headed straight for the hoodoos.  There is no denying the little kid that comes out in me when I get in the hoodoos.  Rocks, and sand under my bare feet was the perfect therapy for my love sick soul.  Unfortunately, we didn't get to stay as long as I would have liked because we had get back to church, but it was just enough to help me appreciate my blessing in life and all the things I have to be grateful for in a difficult time.


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