:: After landing in the arms of family, Juniper waved her hand prophetically and announced, "These are all my people." When we live so far from family it's easy to forget there are people out there who love our kids as much as we do. Family. Where someone else is always holding my baby and not because I asked.
who was the one person who could rock her to sleep.
Juniper: I have a spider on my arm.
Aunt M: Do you want me to get it off?
I love her no nonsense confidence, the personality she carries in her stride. One day soon, she'll learn from someone who learned from someone to be afraid of spiders. These days, it's only the big, primal fears that emerge in the darkness of night.
:: Our trip was quintessentially West Virginian.
Our first night, a black bear bit the bumper of our rental car, chewed the rear wiper off, pawed around the gas tank trying to figure a way in, then did much worse to the car owned by my husband's cousin. That old bear got the door open, ate a happy meal and some goldfish crackers and chewed up some seats while he was at it.
:: Of all things West Virginian, I melt for their summer weather. Warm bordering on hot, and humid. A drippy, saucy, slow, southern-accent kind of humid. I love the rocky mountains, I do, but ohhhh....swimming in warm, slow rivers that don't freeze your testicles! (Or, in my case, ankles!)
Those twisty-turny-up-down-all-around appalachian roads,