For whatever reasons this year, though still stunning in it's beauty, our time at Deer Valley didn't seem quite as peaceful or tranquil.
Maybe some of it had to do with the overcast sky and the falling raindrops. Seven people eating chicken strips, hamburgers, and french fries, IN A CAR with sachets of ketchup being squirted on laps, on shorts, on car-seats and a little ranch dipping sauce being spilled here and there, don't exactly spell t-r-a-n-q-u-i-l-i-t-y.
(It also didn't help that my dear husband was feeling a little
Just as the food requests were being denied, the rain passed and the anxious-to-get-out-and-fish children were finally released from the confines of a fast-food scented suburban. Relieved to have a little silence and just a little time to myself, I rolled down the car windows and looked forward to observing some quality family moments.
Of course Luke was the first one at the pond's banks.
Except Joshua had different plans.