We were supposed to drive home today.
Home.
After two and a half weeks of being away from it I say those four letters with reverence and longing.
We knew there was a storm but oh how we hoped it wouldn't affect the roads to terribly.
Silly, silly us.
Mr. Right got us all up and on the road by 4am. By 7am we were turning back.
With few options left to us we called Mr. Right's brother in Ogden, "Would it inconvenience you terribly if we stayed with you for an indefinite amount of time?"
They were gracious, "No, no, we'd love to have you here."
So while the rest of the Utah world laughed and played in the snow, we groggily hunkered down on a very soft couch.
Our little bugs played with their cousins.
Our hosts fixed us lunch and let us watch cartoons.
Then Mr. Right and his brother took all the little bugs to the Hill Aerospace Museum. The twins spent hours running from simulator to simulator. An F16 cockpit and its fifty buttons is a three-year olds heaven.
And the Princess and I lazily browsed a crowded department store. We stuck to the budget and only bought ornament cookies, mascara and pink bubblegum.
Oh, and The Princess bought her daddy a present.
It's been nice.
Yup.
Nice.
Home?
I'll see you soon enough.