(wagon ride with the Wadsworths)
Dear Husband, thanks for watching the kids so Ranell and I could go somewhere with out six children. Dear Detour, I enjoyed your beautiful mountainous trees and lakes and dirt roads for about the first hour maybe two. But with six hungry, cranky kids in the car with their swim suits on and bad directions and no phone reception it wasn't fun anymore. So I instinctively drove to Lake Tahoe and we were saved. Dear Wadsworths, thank you for inviting us to your farm for the 4th of July. You have a wonderful and kind family and the kids loved every minute of running free. And there was even some entertainment when Ric went down the zip line only to find there is no way to break when heading for a field of dried fox tails. Even Hailey tried to laugh it off when she went down backwards and we ended up picking fox tails out of the entire back side of her body. Dear Ranell, I truly don't know what I would do without you here right now. I would say I would be a crying puddle on the floor, but I am half the time anyway. And that is me trying to suck it up for your sake. Heavenly Father knew I needed you. Dear Emry, Happy Birthday! You made it to TWO! Dear Lake Tahoe, after a difficult week laying on your shores watching the kids play is so healing for a moment. Even if I did threaten to make the kids walk home in the car when they wouldn't stop tattling and yelling. It didn't work. Dear Self, I know you think you are going to die of heartache...still. But maybe you won't.
