The weeks are flying by, but all is well. At the beginning of September our dear friends from Salt Lake came to see us. E and Jay both work extremely hard, but they took time out of their crazy schedule to stay at the Dutch Manor. We were incredibly excited to see them. E is gorgeous, and Jay is a handsome cat, but that is not why were are friends with them, although it is fun to have amigos that look like J-Crew models. They are unbelievably sweet with our kiddos, generous in every way, and fun! They arrived with a dozen cookies ready for the taking. Um...now we are speaking my language. Cookies are the language of love. We ate sugar until we shook and then sent our friends to bed.
The next day included some shopping, dinner, and an evening at the Rockies game. It was "Mormon Night" you know. What in the blazing saddles does that mean? I don't have the foggiest idea, but we were surrounded by people spilling beer. Why do they fill those cups so full? It was more like Jack mormon night. Just teasing. I felt strongly that I should meet the people sitting in front of us though. I fought with the prompting for a while, and then finally I just leaned my big head over the side of them and introduced myself. Well the woman happened to be my stake relief society president. They were the kindest people. The couple next to them asked Jay for his number so that he could bid a job for them in Salt Lake. Dear Rockies, Thank you for sticking some mormons together in your huge stadium. By the way, your cheesecake on a stick helped us tolerate a long sixth inning. Love, Jill
E and Jay came to church with us. When we separated them for different classes our ward tried to marry them off to other people. E had to explain several times that she was happily married, because simply saying she was married didn't deter a few. We had lunch that afternoon and them drove our friends to a place called "Red Rocks". The area is actually an outdoor concert venue, but the sights are amazing. We drove in the parking lot only to find that a comedy festival was going to take place at the theatre that night. Needless to say it probably wasn't the most family friendly environment, therefore we left the crowd and headed up a trail in the opposite direction. The smell of weed only followed us for a second which made the walk a peaceful excursion.
The following day we were able to get a little shopping and lunch in before our friends headed back home. Thank you for coming E and Jay. We love you to the moon and back.
One of my favorite quotes from the film "Ferris Bueller" (the TV edited version I watched 824 times as a kid) is, "Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around a little you might miss it." I could not agree more Ferris. Let's be honest, moving can be hard. You spend the first month unpacking, the second month adjusting, and the third month missing those you left behind. I realize that it is time for me to stop and smell the roses, well more like reeds in these parts. I am thinking of you though. You are loved more than you could ever imagine. Not you Mr. Beaver. You are simply being tolerated. Until next time America.
