Home...

to the beautiful majestic mountains, the green fields, the mama deer gracefully guiding her fawns across the road. The quaint candy shop on the corner, the parade of vintage homes with picket fences and colorful, lush gardens. I can hardly take it I miss it so much, I ache deep down in the pit of my stomach. Sometimes I feel as though I'll burst. It seems impossible to ever make my way back, where my roots are firmly planted...back to Utah.

Sure it's only a days drive, but the older and wiser I get, the more I realize family's all that really matters. So you see, a few trips a year is no longer enough, especially when I come across photos like this. My boys are at an age that playing with cousins is better than a week at Disneyland. Jaxon continues to assure me that he will indeed make his way back. The clock is ticking and time is swiftly moving forward. Days that could be spent with sisters quilting, sharing Sunday dinners, keeping a watch on my frail grandma, kayaking down the river and sleeping out with my nieces are spent longing for what could have been. For now, I will make the most of the short time I have here and I'll cherish every.last.second.