Park City Getaway

Yesterday I headed up (By Myself) to Park City to meet Lyndsey, Debi, and Marissa to celebrate Lyndsey's birthday (I won't say which one, but it was a big one...). I drove (By Myself) with no radio on, no one talking, and no noise other than the gentle hum from the road under the tires. I thought big thoughts and small thoughts (By Myself) and didn't get interrupted by anyone, young or old.

We stayed in a lovely condo at the base of Main Street. We had dinner up the street, went to Albertson's to get treats and a movie, had cake and opened presents, talked, and watched a movie until almost 2 in the morning. I didn't have to brush anyone else's teeth, change any diapers, put any small people to bed and then put them back to bed and then back to bed again. I slept until 9 blessed 15 in the morning. Did you read that? 9:15. 9:15. 9:15. Ahhhhh...doesn't it sound lovely?

The others wanted McDonald's for breakfast, and I wanted a run. They dropped me off at Kimball Junction and I ran back to the condo. I took a shower in the empty condo, ate ice cream for breakfast (Cherry Garcia. Yummy.) and drove to the Outlet Mall to meet up with the others. I was BY MYSELF for more than TWO HOURS.

We shopped, we talked, I called David who said, "We're great. Stay longer," we had lunch, and I drove home in a quiet car, watching the windshield wipers move back and forth. Again, no radio, no talking, no noise. Bliss.

When I got home, I was greeted with hugs, kisses, and a clean closet, courtesy of my sweet David. Ben kept his arms around my neck for much of the next hour. And there was yelling, fighting, Ben slamming doors on Kate, people whining about having to work all day long, and various and sundry other complaints. And guess what? Still bliss. Life is supposed to be messy. We don't grow when it's easy. But that doesn't change the joy of a day of ease.