L and I have been cycling every night. Because the days are getting longer, it's twilight when we first set out. The bugs are still out in force. Tonight I got a knat in the eye, and was bombed by a few June bugs. We persevered and finally, as it grew darker, I guess the bugs turned in for the night. I remember being a freshman at BYU and I had a boyfriend who liked to cycle. He also drove a sweet little Porsche 914 and hailed from San Leandro, CA. I thought he was amazing. I thought his car was amazing, but the rides though Provo Canyon and up to ski resorts are stories for another day. His bike was a Peugeot. Not a Schwinn. A PEUGEOT. How exotic and not-from-my-world... For a few years after that I wanted a Peugeot bike. I scoffed at Schwinns. I spit at Huffys. I imagined life cycling through the hills of San Francisco suburbs, and driving Porsches. His dad was a jeweler. How romantic.
Life, being contrary and smacking of WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU, had other ideas for me. I grew up... sort of... got married, became a mother, had lots of good years, went through a few bad ones, and then I really grew up. I became acutely aware of what is important, and what is not. I met L, and life granted me a second chance. For years we spent our evenings walking for miles, or going to the gym, until my body kind of fell apart here and there, and I couldn't put in those miles anymore. Now we ride our bikes in the evenings. Schwinns. (Yes, Schwinns.) And it's incredibly romantic to have this man cycle around and around a couple of local streets with me until we get our 8 miles in. Not a lot of conversation during our ride, but he's got my back. He's always watching to make sure I don't get hit by a car, or that I don't ride into random trash cans because I'm looking at the stars. Now THAT'S romantic. It's grown-up-lady-now-I-know-what-life's-about romantic. It's a good life.
Now, taking a quick turn, I should tell you that yesterday was Lexi's 8th birthday. We weren't there, of course - at least not physically. But we were there in spirit. Only two more weeks until we're there in person. I did speak to her on the phone, and she chattered happily about everything they had done on her special day. I told her it sounded like she'd had lots of fun, and she replied "I sure did, Mema." I love me a happy girl... So yes, only two more weeks until we get to see this little family:
I'm getting more and more excited every day to see them all. Look how big Travis has gotten! Skylee has turned into a little girl instead of a toddler, Matthew is a big boy all of a sudden, and Lexi... well, she's just turned into a beauty. I can't wait.
And then a month and a half later, we'll be on our way to Mesa, AZ to see these two:
Er.... actually, these THREE (but the two girls will hog the attention):
Then it will be Mia's turn to turn 8, have a birthday, and be baptized. Because they'll have just finished a vacation with Zach's family, they'll be in Arizona - how convenient! So we'll drive there and commence celebrating the special occasion.
It's shaping up to be a busy summer after all. I'm hoping to also squeeze in a visit to the pair in Texas. Not sure when yet, but soon... It's just been too long. So get ready Colorado, Arizona, and Texas. I'll be along shortly.