Several months ago, before the thought of moving had even blipped on our radar, I wrote a post about searching for a simpler life. The Search for Simplicity was an outward expression of all I'd been feeling. Dreaming of, really. Dreaming of a life that nourished me--body, mind and soul. I didn't have it because I didn't create it for myself and moving to another state isn't an automatic guarantee that it will be achieved. It won't. We could easily, easily slip right back into a similar, crazy schedule. We could hide out inside in spite of this gorgeous weather, put the kids off, eat out too much, stay busy, busy, busy.
But we are guarding against that with ever fiber of our being. (beings?) With all the fibers of our respective beings.
Nothing makes you drop everything panicky like having company. They don't want to sit there and watch you write articles or plot your next book. And in the case of my dad, he'll tell ya he doesn't want to sit around.
My parents came out a few weeks ago. We'd only been here about a week and had no idea where anything cool was, but we knew Estes Park was definitely a spot we wanted to visit. And visit. And visit. We knew it simply by the way everyone talked about it.
Tuesday Sam started his throwing up but Wednesday he was fine. So, up we went. Up and up and up. It's high. I think over 10,000 feet? I admit I got a little nauseous. Sophia had headaches every day for the first two weeks. So did I. The Estes Park climb didn't help.
We pulled over and shot all kinds of mountains on the way up, me with my trusty 20D and my dad with his spiffy new 50D. Yes. I am jealous. More so of his lens than his camera. I am now on a hunt for the 25-125 and I guarantee I will find a way to buy it!
I should take this opportunity to explain that my parents were married in like 1902. They were high school sweethearts, but they are not goofy, really. Or silly. We're a rather serious bunch. My humor is dry and sarcastic and my parents aren't what I'd call jovial. They're more straight-laced. Like me.
So when I turned the camera on them and got this...
All I could think was that I wished my brother and sister were there so we could exchange confused "What is going on?" looks. Call it a Rocky Mountain High. They were in rare, goofy form.
After posing for a few minutes like Superman and his faithful sidekick, they sat down. But their mood didn't dissipate. At all.
Instead, my dad took this opportunity to revert back to his teenage fantasies and cop a feel.
Yep.
The result was priceless:
(My mom is gonna KILL me for posting this. And she's working today so I know she'll see it. Mom, I'm sorry. I am super busy today and can't answer my phone. Don't even bother calling. I'm, uh...washing my hair. Or..."Something Suddenly Came Up." That's it. Yeah.)
My mom was SO embarrassed and I could NOT stop laughing. She said "You just did that in front of your granddaughter."
Sophia, completely oblivious, now knew she'd missed something and wanted in on the joke.
I laughed for about ten minutes straight because this was such a crazy, weird, hilarious thing and so NOT like either of my parents.
We tried to take some legit pictures, but after that it was pretty hard to recover. My dad still looks like he's up to something...
Lord only knows what he was plotting at this point. I think he just likes to embarrass my mom.
Anyway, after THAT, we took in the sites for awhile... and yes, it was as amazing as everyone says...
Sam thought so too.
Here's one of me and my exceedingly large arm. Oh, and my uber embarrassed mom.
The mountains seem to sprout out of the ground in the coolest ways.
We stopped off to hike around a little. In flip flops. We weren't exactly prepared. We went up in the evening so we knew we wouldn't have a ton of time...but walking around proved to be an awesome experience and made us decide one day soon we will defnitley go back.
Ethan watched out for The Hobbit.
Which of course made me happy.
Also, we were driving around and stumbled upon two of these guys:
Just hanging out on the side of the road. It was pretty cool. They were really pretty. Don't tell them I said that, they may prefer to be called "handsome" and I'd hate to insult elk with such big antlers.
I've been thinking a lot about our life and the kinds of things we wanted to change about it. I think we're making great strides, but we're constantly thinking about it. Until it becomes second nature, I think we have to. We have to be careful not to overprogram the kids, or to take on too much or to work on the weekends. I have been trying to make myself STOP working at 4 when the kids get home, but it takes a conscious effort on my part.
We're getting it. Little by little. A simpler life.
I'm sure it's out there...
...and I'm going to find it...
...we all are.