Great Salt Lake
July 2012
Geo and I drove up to Saltair a couple of weeks ago. A little wilderness therapy. The sandy mud on the shore of the Great Salt Lake was slimy and a little stinky, but I loved it. We walked out to the water and imagined we were looking at the ocean for a second. We took pictures of ourselves taking pictures. Not much talking. We just slipped around in our sticky-bottomed flip flips as we walked out and back.
A week later I had myself a little pity party, thinking about my little granddaughter, and her parents, whom I love to the moon and back. Some husband arms around me helped soothe my soul, and after a little while I moved past it. For now. I know it will revisit me. I need to expect that. I am inspired by my son and his wife. They know what matters. They know they have so much to live for. This is the payoff in being a mom of adults. I love it. Perry as a Jewish towns person in LDS New Testament film
currently in production
We take refuge in family. In places. In history. In relationships. Sometimes it looks like an abandoned building set near a salty lake. Sometimes it is the grown-up bearded face of your son.
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Beautiful :)
I wanted to just leave a :), but Rachel already did that. :)
We all need our places of refuge.
I know how those "feelings" have a way of "visiting"...and "revisiting"....and we search out our refuge
visiting you finally after taking a break from blogging for a bit.
what grabbed me from the moment I got here was the quote.
http://jennylynndesignz.blogspot.com/
Love. Love. Why is it you always manage to capture my heart in a few words?
So touching. And you're right about parenting adults and near-adults. So many payoffs.
Well said :)
It is true, I would rather suffer than see my loved ones suffer.
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