& dreams come true

Today was the day, bright and early my parents flew the coop. West bound and down- Wyoming or bust. Curly’s sad- I’m sad. We miss them when they go. My dirty laundry never miraculously gets cleaned, folded and placed carefully on my bed. Dinner is never on the table when I get home from work and the dishes, well they most certainly do not do themselves. Funny the things you notice when momma bear isn't at home picking up the slack. About halfway through the summer though, every year like clock work I get really homesick for them (it’s true). The second I send out my distress call (every year) I can almost guarantee a ticket with my name on it will be booked. Usually within less than a week I am on a plane flying into Jackson Hole (naturally, they miss me too). If you’ve never been, it’s a very lovely hole to fly into. Ask my friends I always bring a few of them along.  It's better that way- like having the best of both worlds. But for now I'll just wait until then and keep busy doing laundry and making dinner and doing dishes because I have no choice and Cinderella did it and Cinderella married a very handsome prince...hmmm. A girl can dream.

Me & Wade took curly for a walk after dinner tonight...

The view from on top was dreamy & so was the boy leading the way...

We watched the sunset...

& Curly could not wait to get home- he was hungry, he's always hungry.

But little piggy or not I love this boy and he loves me.

"Home is whenever I'm with you"