So we survived the vacation. Yellowstone is magnificent. I loved the wildlife, but haven't I always loved all types of wild life? Turner was great in the truck. Never fussing about the drive. He was thrilled at every new sight.
All of it was great, but I am apparently jaded. I have beautiful mountains right out my front window. I have no wild animals wandering around here, unless you count Brad before he's good and awake. I loved the sunsets at Yellowstone. They were beautiful beyond words. The geysers were neat, but steam blows out of my ears on weekly basis too.
The hot steaming pools of pure blue water that looked good enough to soak in were nice. But paled in comparrison to gazing into the blue depths of Turner's eyes.
I guess what I am getting at is the majesty God created is breathtaking, but not breathing. The most wonderous of His creations is rolling around on the floor in my living room playing with his grandfather right now.
I have studied every inch of Turner since before he was born. Eevery ultrasound, every kick, every inch of him is amazing. How fast he learns, the depths of his feelings, how the sun looks bouncing off of his hair. He is truely breathtaking.
The vacation was great because it was spent with my family. Hell, it was even great spending time with Brad. But all I kept thinking was that God had it easy making the mountains and geysers. People, now that's a challenge. Everyone of us is different. Our minds and souls so complex no two will ever be exactly the same, that is nature's beauty.
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