I wanted to take Juniper to Community Medical Center where she was born, go to the window where they weigh and measure all the tiny little newborns, but alas the hospital has remodeled (for the better) and that window no longer exists. I did get a chance to slip away for a morning and write. Like, in my journal. I know. I re-traced the hours before Juniper's birth, then landed in an empty hospital waiting room and wrote. Memories flowed. It was blissful. One day, I'll write Juniper's birth story. I've started it oh so many times.
(It's not often that I'm in a city, especially after dark. I had fun with it.)
So. This post: Us, giving Thanks, before we started making merry.
:: Idaho. (On our way to Missoula.) Man, I do love the west.
:: Our crazy, thankful group: family, friends of family and good friends who are really family. Dang.
^Hazel and Uncle M.^
No trip to Missoula is complete without a spin (or so) on the Carousel.
^Me and Juniper. Thanks, P, for the photos!^
And Juniper had her first jam-session, which was enough to inspire me to dust off my mandolin.store that sold all-wool pillows down this road.
:: Driving home.