montana.
i am back. i am tired. i am glad i went.
it was good to go back to montana. it's been too long. there were pieces of the landscape i recognized and some that i missed.
i have stories. and i'll tell them, but not all at once. for now, let me just leave you with the reason for my journey westward.
this is lucille. she turned one hundred on april 9th.
she's lived a life worth repeating. this is a woman who can do anything. this earth will both grieve her loss and rejoice her soul when she leaves us.
it is a better world because she lives in it.
and we had ourselves one fine party.
i think 27 is too old.
i chaperoned a youth conference this past weekend with my friend steve's youth group. i used to chaperone the youth group at my parents' old church all the time. nine years ago.
this is me nine years ago.
this is me last weekend. i sort of look the same, but i don't feel the same. i had fun this past weekend, but i'm paying dearly for it. with two chiropractor appointments under my belt this week and fairly constant yawns, i think i just may be too old for this. although, it's sort of nice to realize i've inherited my father's ability to age slowly...