Today you turn 7.
It’s inevitable, but you’ve grown so unbelievably fast. Yet every day fills me with a lifetime of joy and awe of the force of life you are.
There’s good in the world still, and it was renewed on the day you were born. You have the gift of brightness. Long may you shine.
Spotting mountain goats
This Saturday, the girls didn’t have soccer, my wife didn’t have work, and it wasn’t raining. After a long winter and wet spring, we were ready to get outside. So when my wife emailed me Tuesday asking if we could go mountain goat spotting Saturday, I was all in.
Katie and the girls in the hot spring
MIDWAY, UTAH — “Staycation” is one of those things that sound pretty stupid, and usually pretty is. But when you live in Utah, there’s plenty of ways to spend a few days off, all within a short drive from your door.
Near 6, in Zion
Now she is 6. She is a friend to birds. She talks to trees. She draws cats and spins her own elaborate mythology about the inner workings of this world. Her mind is in magic and her heart is full of sunshine. April 27, 2016. Happy birthday to my oldest child, one of the three rays of sunshine in my life, the keeper of magic and goodness.
SOUTH OF MOAB — Of all the Christmas gifts we’ve gotten as a family, we plan on getting the most mileage out of our National Parks annual pass from Katie’s sister Mandie.
That free admission to any National Park in the country, plus the fact that Utah’s home to five national parks (and within easy weekend distance of quite a few more) make a visit to a park as easy as hopping in and going.
We’re driving from the Salt Lake Valley to Oklahoma next week to see my family, and show the girls around my old stomping grounds, and to visit Coney Islander, El Maguey, Whataburger, Arnie’s Bar, and maybe a Ron’s. You know, important stuff.
I’m route planning here based on: How likely we are to get blizzarded, and what roadside attractions we can find. Here we go:
“The Lord loves the gates of Zion more than all the dwelling places of Jacob.” – Psalm 87:2
There are less-memorable places to lose your first baby tooth. And my 5-year-old’s gap-toothed grin, sparked by the towering canyon walls above us, the Virgin River below us, and the warm sunshine surrounding us, showed that she would remember this hike for the rest of her life. And not just because we popped out her first baby tooth the night before.
A Condor, on his 57th Birthday, opening presents
What do you get the Andean Condor who has everything? A swinging bachelor pad, prime Salt Lake City real estate in trendy Liberty Wells area, his very own Facebook page? A fish head cake will do.
I was asked to write something about an old friend. Back in my past life as a newspaperman, I spent most of my time there with Paul Waldschmidt.
Here’s what I wrote for him: A Letter I never sent »
The Norah we need
Four years ago today the world met Norah for the first time.