After all of the presents and the food and the speaking in church on Christmas day (yeah), we packed up our car and drove down to Phoenix where we helped to celebrate the 50th wedding anniversary of our good friends Benny and Willa Knudsen. I met these people 30 years ago when I was in high school and they have loved me ever since. Even when my engagement to their returned missionary son busted up, they would call me and see how I was doing. They sent letters and packages and love. One of the coolest things about them? They love my husband like a son.
It was warm in Phoenix. There was swimming and long walks and citrus. Glorious stuff. The down time was good. The big soft king-sized bed in the house we rented was fabulous. Time with the family. The pool. The temple. All awesome.
Those 22 hours of the round trip also was good. I slept in the back seat with my son's head in my lap. I listened to a Terry Pratchett audio book. And I thought about things. What do I need to do to be even happier? How can I help my husband? What is the best and most appropriate way to be supportive of my married son and his sweet wife (and upcoming baby!)?
It is good for the head and heart to re-examine. It is good to have a forced time to do it.
With the Knudsen family who were celebrating their 50th anniversary
The gang minus me at the Mesa Temple