The movie was queued up.
And we were ready.
Phone call after call came in.
"I can't make it..."
"We have plans..."
"My kids will be out of town..."
All of our friends for the October First party cancelled.
Then I got a very surprising phone call. My sister was offering me a night stay in a condo up at Bear Lake.
Free of charge.
Bear Lake is where I spent time every summer as a child. Every single Summer vacation was held there in my grandparent's cabin. Right out on the beach. I loved it. Now, Bear Lake holds a very special place in my heart.
Jeffrey didn't want to go. He said it wasn't worth the gas to go up there for a night and come right back the next day. I thought it was. I called a few friends to join me, but no one could. See excuses for the October party. So, I decided to take the kids and myself up there.
It was very hard to keep my eyes on the road. The colors were magnificent. The setting sun was rosy and cheerful. Dusk was velvety and soft. And the gradual darkening sky with glowing stars was enchanting.
This is when Keith's curiosity and love of Canyons developed.
"Mom, what is a canyon?" "What makes canyons?" "Are we in a canyon?" "Why are there canyons?" Do we live in a canyon?" "What lives in canyons..."
When we got to the condo, unloaded the food, and got our jammies on, the fun began. We went out on the deck and wished upon the stars.
Keith wished out loud for an Ironman toy. Faye pointed and yelled "Star! Star!" I smighed and cherished the moment.
We went inside and made popcorn, turned on the "Fire truck" as Faye called it. Otherwise known as a fireplace, and nestled down on the couch to watch an October movie. I had brought all the Halloween movies I owned, and the children finally agreed on The Princess and the Frog.
The Voodoo guy and his spirits are creepy, I tell you!
When the movie was over, and eyes were being rubbed, we decided it was time to get ready for bed. Once the kids had their jammies on, the bed jumping began. They jumped for a good ten minutes, giggling with every lift into the air, and belly laughing with every bum landing. It was hard to not laugh with them.
Which would have been wonderful.
Keith fell asleep immediately.
I had put Faye in the middle so as to be sure she wouldn't fall out of the bed.
And for the rest of the night, I felt like I was sleeping next to water flicked into hot oil.
Faye didn't want to sleep. After much caressing and singing and stroking, she finally fell asleep around 1:00. And the kicking began. I was reminded of bacon in a frying pan. She was all over that bed.
When morning came, I was actually relieved. I wanted desperately to sleep. The three hours I had gotten made me nervous about my drive home. But being kicked in the face again by an unconscious toddler was not restful in the least bit.
After a breakfast of cinnamon rolls, they got into the tub.
We don't have a tub here. We have to make do with a shower.
The kids were in heaven in the tub. It was a like a miniature swimming pool for them.
They got out, and were exhausted. Most likely because they didn't go to sleep until very late, and woke up early. I was happy with it though, because it meant they would sleep during Conference. Which they did!
I was able to sit peacefully and listen to some wonderful guidance and direction from church leaders.
It was lovely.
When they woke up, my sister and her family were there. We made food, colored, and then nestled down again to watch the second session of Conference. The kids and I strung Fruit Loops onto licorice strings.
The drive home was absolutely breath taking.
The best view of all, though, was this: