The Return From Neverland

Last night we finally got back home from our family reunion down in eastern AZ. It's Rick's side of the family, and since we didn't get to go last year, we were both really excited about it this year. It's been a family tradition (since the beginning of time, it seems) for everybody to congregate up in the mountains of eastern AZ for a week long camping trip every summer. This year, we were lucky enough to have an awesome brother and sister-in-law let us borrow some serious camping toys to make life LOTS of fun up there. We loaded up the truck, trailer, and quad last Friday and headed out of town. We had a great time up there and now I'm back home facing LOADS of laundry, dirt caked on just about every possible thing that accompanied us, and a huge trailer parked outside our house that needs to be cleaned before we return it. To make matters worse, the trailer we borrowed has only been used by the actual owners a handful of times, and I'm fairly certain that we managed to break it in quite effectively since it rained nearly every day we were up there. Hopefully my family wont ban us from using any of their toys in the future. Obviously, my plan is to spend the day cleaning every last inch of it.

Just as an update for those of you who are wondering about our baby issue, still nothing to report. Oddly enough, I spent a few hours feeling really bummed out, but wasn't as upset as I thought I would be. I know that Heavenly Father can see soooooo much more than I can, and am pretty sure that it'll happen when/if he wants it to. (Wow... that sounded so much more confident than I actually feel like 90% of the time)

So, I just made the mistake of pausing for a moment and turning around to look at the huge pile of bags that still need to be unpacked. Guilt got the best of me... I guess I'll get back to work...