trip summary part 1

i've lost the blogging drive. it feels so overwhelming to document my trip to oklahoma. there weren't major activities to report about the week, and the feelings can sometimes be too personal or so introspective that it can be difficult to write about- there's just not the right words to describe the feelings. i've decided to stop drawing it out and just write something for the documentation.

it was the biggest dose of a reminder about where i came from and how i want to be that i've ever had. i just want to be simple. i want to be content with what i have and who i am. what more can i say? hard to put into words to describe how deep that lesson went. hope to always hang on to it. so far so good.

here's the travel log....

Sunday:

a return to the Chickasha Branch. that's the place that grounded me, molded me into what i am. sometimes i wonder how; the 30 people who have always attended there have got to be some of the weirdest people i've ever known. they are still there and about the only people that are there. that Branch is timeless; it hasn't changed and may never. that's ok though; that is a constant i would be ok leaving just as it is and letting my children get a dose of it as often as they can. there is seriously a spirit in that Branch unlike one i've never felt anywhere before. i learned unity, commitment, acceptance without judging, and lessons i don't even know how to explain. the people in that Branch had so much confidence in me, and i appreciated it and needed it. i was so overwhelmed by that spirit the second i sat down in that chapel and couldn't contain myself almost the whole meeting. i couldn't have been there on a perfect sunday; it was so classic. the primary (all 5 of them) sang a father's day along with a cd player, and the all the women in the congregation sang an impromptu father's day song for the intermediate song, the missionaries spoke, and it was potluck. the real kicker was being asked to teach the youth sunday school class. i did it and appreciated the reminder of what it was like to be a mormon youth in that town with only 1 or 2 others. that visit was definitely a highlight of the trip.

Monday: fishing with aunt linda. linda has always been the same for the last 30 years. she even looks exactly the same. the boys loved her and she loved them.


we all caught fish, but they were too little to keep. pete started us off laughing; his first cast went right into a tree. good times.
pete trying to reel in his tree







will's favorite part was playing the cat tails and playing in the truck with ganny