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Going Home
I love going home.

There's nothing like driving around the bend from the north and coming around the corner, overlooking the little valley where I grew up. This past summer we had a chance to go home for a couple of weeks and spend some quality time with Nannie and Grandpa.

Aiden loved being able to play with Hunter every day. You can imagine the fun they had playing in the water after a summer thunderstorm.

He also spent some time with Grandpa and Daddy at the farm, riding in tractors and looking at cows. We couldn't get him to get up close to a baby calf so it could suck Aiden's fingers. Maybe next year.


One night we helped Grandpa irrigate. We drove around the "big 80," and of course had to check out the pivot.


Aiden got to help Grandpa shut off some of the gated pipe in the big corn field.

And "Daddio" likes to irrigate too. He's the first one to put on the irrigating boots and grab a shovel.


Whie the boys were out in the field, it was suddenly quiet all around me and I started to remember all of those sounds and scents of being at home. There's nothing like a warm, summer night. Being in the fields at dusk and the sun slips behind the West Mountains. Hearing nothing but the hiss of a sprinkler, the buzz of mosquitos and somewhere close by a trickle of water that rushes down the furrows. There's a crispness to the air, it's fresh like after a rain storm mingled with that familiar scent of summer hay that's recently been chopped. It's a peaceful quiet...perfect for reflection of the earth's beauty even in a little town in the middle of the Utah desert.


No wonders my Dad enjoys irrigating...he gets to experience a little bit of nature's therapy every day. And for that little moment, the 942 mile drive with a two year old in the back seat of our car was worth every restless minute...to experience one of the things I love about going home.