you know a trip was a good one when not even a flat tire in page, 6 days of constipation or having to share a bed with a 3 year old and his egg beater legs gets you down.
our road trip to utah was so so great.
great to get away from the phoenix heat.
great to see my 3 brothers, their families and my parents.
great to watch my boys feed chickens and geese at my sister in law's.
great to observe my father in law read a direct tv manual for 3 straight days.
great to eat a sandwich from ernie's and a salad from bajio.
great to talk pregnancy shop with my 9 month pregnant niece.
great to sit around a campfire and watch my husband compete with my nephew for the perfect toasted marshmallow.
i was so sad to leave but had the beautiful drive home to look forward to.
i put my little camera phone to work.
and my dad would be super disappointed in me if i didn't give some sort of report on carrie underwood and the stadium of fire in provo. it was fun. she was thightastic and thrusty. and the fireworks made me cry- like always.
and through all the "greatness" i have to say my favorite part of the entire trip was being in the car together, as a little family of 4, with the windows down, unbelievable scenery giving us all a glimpse of god's grandeur and a heart full of gratitude for this life i've been given.