On the Move

My brother recently sent me the pictures he took with his smart phone on the day we arrived in Utah.

Even though it’s blurry, I loved this top one. It so typifies who I am. I am always on the move. I am always talking. I am a sentimental fool. I am wearing the necklace that Rita gave me before we left Tennessee. It says Trust in God. Or something along those lines. I love it. I am also just a tad bit crazy, as you can tell from my favorite bold printed dress and hair. I had slept in this outfit the night before. It wears well for 48 hours, don’t you think?

Here is Abigail writing her last farewell to our beloved TN.

I find it rather ironic that she left out the 2 in bye,

considering that my husband was raised in TN

and spelling wasn’t his strongest suit either.

LG’s car got trashed riding behind the moving truck through all the snow throughout the Vale, CO region.

Here are our new neighbors the Johnsons. They came over in their p.j.’s to say hello. Their oldest girls are the same ages as Sophia and Bella.

I am not afraid to do a man’s job. Even in a dress. That’s why leggings were invented.

I thought twice about just getting one thing from the truck. We waited until the next day, as there was no telling what would be falling down on me when the door was lifted. We had a few casualties, but nothing major. Thanks to Scott Cruze and John McCombs who did a packing job that my dad was proud of. They followed my taunting and made that treadmill fit. I have no idea if it was damaged on the road. I haven’t even tried to plug it in yet. It’s as if the under-stairs closet was made just for treadmill storage. Who would ever run on a treadmill when they are surrounded by such beautiful mountains?

After three days on the road, the baby couldn’t wait to get to her daddy. Who am I kidding? She always wants her daddy. It doesn’t take three days on the road for her to act like this. Look at cousin Sierra in the background. She and Sophia resemble each other so much.

Boy was I happy to arrive. And to have not only my husband by my side again, but to have my dad there too. These two men, together, could accomplish anything…including making me smile after a very long road trip.

3 comments

I am so glad that there is someone else out there who likes to wear leggings, and thinks that one can wear a dress on days besides Sundays and still move around! Go, Alice, go!

“I find it rather ironic that she left out the 2 in bye, considering that my husband was raised in TN and spelling wasn't his strongest suit either.”

I just knew you were making fun of me but I didn't get it, until I went back to read the original. Not sure if the comparison of rain on a wedding day is accurate, but I am definitely busted. LOL Typos are smarter than misspellings, hadn't you heard..just in case you have to choose between one or the other on that dissertation. Like I said, “I don't shoot for too much perfection in my life.”