Well, here I am, back in Las Vegas. Things are starting to feel normal again, well, things...not me. I guess I feel a little more normal today than I did yesterday, but less normal than I did three days ago. I hope all of this is a normal part of grieving. My perspective has changed. I realize the importance of my family, not that I didn't think they were important before, but I realized I am still in Las Vegas even though I promised myself when I moved here that I wouldn't stay long enough for my kids to go to school here. Hazel has completed one year already and Thomas is just about to start. Now, to be fair, Las Vegas has been very good to us. I can see why people would love it here and want to stay, but I am missing something that is very important to me, something I can't put into words, but something I had when I lived in Idaho growing up, and found again when I was there spending time with my mom. I am motivated to get things in order so we can move. Although this is a scary adventure, it could theoretically be a great business decision. I am just going to hold my breath and jump. I am now willing to take a risk to get to be where I want to be...thank you mom, for that. What have I been waiting for anyway? There is one thing that I am really going to miss about Las Vegas, Tom's sisters. They have been great friends to me. I am going to talk them in to moving with me so I can have it all. You comin', Jenny?
This is a picture of my mom holding Atticus as a newborn.