WALKER TALK: Eleven Years + Of Memories

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Eleven Years + Of Memories

Believe it or not, we finally unpacked the last of our boxes from our move here six years ago. It was a roller coaster of emotions as we unpacked each box and viewed the contents. First I was laughing, then crying, then exclaiming with joy over something I had been looking for, for six years. We lived in Vancouver 11 years. That's the longest I have lived anywhere since I was 12. We had really put down roots, and I dearly loved our house there. There are so many things we miss about living in Vancouver, but overall we are glad that we are here in Utah. We enjoy being close as a family, and getting together and enjoying more memories. I'm glad it's finally done! It is a huge weight off my shoulders!

1 comment:

Melinda said...: That is a huge project to get done. Good for you for doing it! WE get to do that here this weekend. We built a theater room under our garage and decided not to finish it with the rest of the basement. We threw everthing in there and now that the basement is done we get to finish unpacking from our move two year ago and I am getting rid of most of the toys since that is where they have been for the last year and a half!

I hope you had a great thanksgiving!; November 28, 2007 at 4:39 PM

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ANOTHER PICTURE FROM BEAUTIFUL HAWAII

THANKFUL FOR MY IRISH ANCESTORS

I never knew how much Irish ancestry I had until my wonderful Aunt Carol wrote this awesome history about my Dad's ancestors. There are still 8 castles partially standing over in Ireland that belong to my ancestors. Most of them (14 of them) fought in the Revolutionary War so that I could enjoy what I have today. There is also some tie to Bunker's Hill and Breed's Hill.

St. Patrick's Day never used to mean much to me until I knew my ancestry. Now I take time to think about them a little bit more during that time. I am grateful to them for being so brave and courageous to leave so much of what they had to come to America and start new. I am somewhat what I am because of them. I can't wait to thank them in person some day.

THE TWO SIDES OF WINTER

Have you ever noticed that there are two sides to winter? There is the beautiful side. The sun shining on the snow on a crisp morning. The silent snow falling in the full moon. The quietness that a snowy night brings. I love so much about winter and the fun and beauty that it brings. But there is a sad and lonely side to winter. When we were coming back from the cabin the other night we rode through the desolate camp grounds. The picnic tables where barely poking their tops through the snow. Somehow it made me sad and lonely. I realized then that winter has two sides to it.