The Bee's Knees

Let's start here.

This is a picture of my kid's knees.

Ahem.

Moving right along.

I was in Utah for...like...ever. Before we left for Utah I thought, I don't have anything to hurry back for, and Brian is all busy-like in the bishopric now, so heck sakes, says I, why don't I just stay an extra week?

And then I got there, and I was having so much fun on this hike with my parents,

that as I walked along and gazed at those mountains of home, I said, "Fetch yo's. I'm stayin' an extra, extra week!"

And there was much rejoicing in the land.

Well, by me, at least.

Lydia and I flew home a week or so ago. Here we are at the airport even.

But I'm still catching up from all the trippin' I did on my trip.

So here's another picture of my kid's knees. With her face attached. That's pretty much all there is these days. Knees and a fat, grinning, giggling, face.

And whoa, Nelly, do I love those knees and that face. A bushel and a peck and a barrel and a heap.