Family Generations

We just back from a weekend in Moab for Eva's blessing. It was a fun sisters weekend with Shelley, Ann, Jayne and Dave, Kerri and McKenna, John and I in a condo a few miles from Clay and Leslie's place. Cade, Tailor, and Liam were also around most of the time, they were staying with her folks a few miles away.  I felt a little sorry for John and Dave in a house full of women. They never complain. 

We spent Saturday morning working on Clay and Leslie's new town home. It was a chilly snowy morning. It turns out I am truly John's wife, because I knew how to use the power tools. Jayne stayed home to watch Eva so that's me in the picture with Dave and Leslie photo bombing us. 

  I love how this picture captures our family working together to build a home.

That afternoon we went on a little hike to the Moab Rim Trail above the Colorado River so the kids could work off a little energy although John didn't need to, he did a trail run with Leslie on the slick rock practice trail that morning.

John and I are still in our work clothes, and I hadn't really warmed up from that morning, but it was good to walk up the slick rock over the river. Sam wanted to throw rocks into the river not realizing it was a long drop down. He scared us to death when he got too close to the cliff. The mommy fear never goes away. 

It was nice to sit together as a family in sacrament meeting for the blessing.  I watched Jayne with her grandchildren, especially as she held sleepy baby Eva, and Kerri with baby Liam and ached for my own grandchildren. They are so far away. Sometimes it was all I could do not to reach for the babies and Owen and Sam as their mothers and grandmothers were cuddling them. I wanted to be them.  I held Eva after sacrament meeting for a few moments before we left and cute Leslie took one last picture saying, "Good, I'm glad I got a picture of you and Eva."  And I was grateful for family. For our unconditional love, for our togetherness, and for our generations.