There is a place in Idaho where my family has vacationed my entire life.
Things are different there. Some of my best friends in the world were made there. Some of my best friends now also vacation there. Time stops for me there. The smell of the dirt enchants me there. I’ve broken the only bone I’ve ever broken there…and walked on that broken toe for days after there. I learned every single song by Mike Wagoner there. My sister Rachel and I go on walks there. My dad and I drank entire bottles of tequila there. I’ve fought and cried and been irresponsible there. I am at peace there.
So it’s not easy to not be there. This week. And with my family, who — warts and all — I love endlessly. (That statement is more about my warts than theirs, by the way.)
I couldn’t let the week go by without what I believe to be the most embarrassing thing I do each year (other than spinning Kathleen around on the dancefloor). So to my family of birth and the family who chose me, this video is for you.
(I really think it’s interesting where my focus is in the header image compared to everyone else in the picture. I can’t explain it. I don’t remember what I was thinking. But it is striking to me now.)