I returned from Indiana with just enough time to make carnitas and hash with green chili sauce for Father's Day, and then it was off to Utah for a week long music camp with Izzy.
Izzy is now old enough to manage camp on her own, but I stayed each day to enjoy several classes and kept myself busy doing the usual: writing notes...
And, of course, watching my sweet girl navigate her way through the wondrous world of music. She draws me in with everything she does. She is graceful. She is passionate. She is incredibly, bang on funny. And she is thoughtful, spiritual, inquisitive, and tender hearted.
We had the best time together, just the two of us. We talked and laughed. We bought lipgloss. We ate at Whole Foods. We wandered through bookstores. She still likes to hold my hand wherever we go. I love it.
Favorite activity: visiting the cousins. And seeing my sisters, the two who live in Utah and who are just as fabulous as the Chicago sister, each in her own unique way.
How sweet it is to have nieces and nephews! It's a bit like the joy of having one's own children, they are so familiar and dear to me.
This one has suddenly decided she will only wear skirts. And pink things.
Oh, happiness: you come in such darling shapes and sizes!
When it came time to go, we were anxious to get on the road. How we missed our own little family! It seemed like ages since we'd last seen them. We drove through the night and arrived home at 2:00 a.m., Izzy keeping me company until the final hour.
It's always a treat to go somewhere else. But I often think there are no better adventures than the ones to be had in your own head, or at home with the people you love.