Posting about my friend girl’s trip earlier this week reminded me that my sister’s trip with my Mom and my sister’s was one thing that never got documented….friends are vital, but siblings know you inside and out. At your best and at your very worst. They know your quirks, your strengths, your weaknesses, your secret dreams, and your most embarrassing moments, and they usually love you anyway. The same is even more true of parents.
We were very grateful to Dad for flying Mom back across the world and making this whole thing possible.
We started out on Friday, where I got to drive for four hours by. myself. up to Salt Lake. That in itself was magical. I spent time catching up with an old friend from high school. Then drove straight to the BYU Art Museum where we got to see the Sacred Gifts exhibit. It was awe inspiring. I have been familiar with most of the pictures my whole life. But seeing the originals in person stirred my soul. I ended up buying a calendar and putting up some of the prints in our hallway during the Christmas season in an attempt to bring Christ more fully into our home.
I loved being able to see the expressions on their faces up close. It makes me want to paint… and pray….
Then we checked out our hotel. The Little America isbeautiful and elegant.
The next morning we got a personal guided tour of the church history museum by my Dad’s uncle who is one of the volunteers. It was my first time through this museum without any little ones and there is so much to see. People are amazing. I love the stories that history gives us. It makes my place in this world and my trials shrink to their proper size.
In front of the portraits of some of the first Relief Society presidents; and in front of the museum where I managed to get us a parking ticket. I did pay the meter, for the record, I just put in the wrong parking spot…Luckily it’s not LA and the ticket was only $15.
This darling boy hung out with us most of the weekend. He was a champ. The rest of the weekend pretty much revolved around food: Kneaders, Cheesecake Factory, and Mandarin…mmmm. There was also some shopping, temple square, reading trashy magazines by the pool (it was freezing, but reading by the pool is such a luxury), some games of Settlers, and lots of chatting.
Amy and I attempted to take selfies. We are not very good at it. Moving on.. Right before I headed home we visited the teeny tiny grandma’s grave. My Mom’s mom was an amazing lady and she is missed every single day.