And since we were already in Grants Pass on Saturday, it only made sense to stop by our (my) favorite lunch joint (Circle J)...
And then we swung by the old, new house (That's where the boys and I lived before meeting Josh, but now we're renting it out in the hopes that it will one day help to pay some of the college tuition needed for these three little kids of ours. In reality though, it's been nothing more than a value-dropping, money-pit for the last four years.) to drop off my leftover fish tacos and a helper (Cole) for Josh Downs, who was over there working on the fence.
And I should have taken a photo of them, but all I could think about after we left was how fast the aspen trees in the front yard have grown - and how Ross bought them for me on Mother's day the same year we moved in. Three trees since there were just three of us at the time.
Fast-forward while the aspen trees grew and now I'm sitting in this new, old house looking across the hallway at a sleepy-eyed seven year-old girl, thinking about the possibility of seeing my full-grown, 21-year old son who may drive down from Seattle to visit us next week, ending a phone call with my husband who just called to see how my morning was going (Ok, that phone-call ended with us being cranky at each other, so that's a bad example.), getting ready to wake-up my almost 13 year-old son who has gotten accustomed to sleeping in really late this summer, pondering on how my 11 year-old step-daughter all of the sudden looks like she's 14, and getting ready to tackle some work-related projects in my pajamas instead of the scrubs that I adorned for 12 years. (I used to be a dental hygienist.)
Still keeping that Dental Hygiene license current though (In fact, I've got to renew my license by next month.) because if I've learned one thing about life, its that it's wildly unpredictable.