Sunday, March 21, 2010

from Crooked Tooth
We headed down I-70, a very LONG street really, in the sleet. No ferocious winter storm on the first day of spring was going to hinder our visit to the Gateway to the West. And upon our arrival we found we had evaded the storm and now were able to take a leisurely walk to lunch and spent the rest of the afternoon with the kiddos playing and watching heartbreaking basketball. It is a wonderful, restful thing to visit good friends. To stay up late into the night visiting about life and all of its complexities. To watch our children all grow.