Went for a drive on a dusty red road through dry sage brush and clay hills with Grandpa yesterday. Stopped to look at some rocks. The kids found some fossil shells, shiny obsidian, and a rodent skull. So windy we came home with sand in our hair and pressed in our ears. Reminded me how good memories together aren't always of the perfect times, but bonding over imperfect ones, too. Out of the wind, I let my two little girls sit in my lap in the car while others searched for more rocks. I'd had the song I'm a VIP in My Family playing over and over in my head since I woke up. They giggled when I'd say "very important person" and squeeze them. Excited for this month's goals.
Looking for frogs at Grandpa's.