about utah: before i was francis' mother, before i was christopher's wife, before my phone rang with an invitation to a drink or a cup of coffee or something, i was twenty six and longing. there were years and years that passed me by when there were certain things i wanted for my life -- things that seemed to come so easily, nearly thoughtlessly, to others -- things that felt like, deeply as i wanted them, they might not be for me. that spring, angie and i flew west to visit her sweet parents and hike for a week, each of us tenderly holding onto dreams for things hoped for, but not yet seen.
and those mountains, how they stirred something thrumming in my bones. how i felt so tangibly the veil between heaven and earth, like i might reach out and run my fingers over it. how near i felt to all the things that might be mine. how i met understanding that, come what may or may not, i can do hard things and i can choose to be happy, as surely as i can move my body upward over a mountain, one foot in front of another.
when i returned last summer, chris and i were newlyweds and francis was a wish we were making. and when i returned this summer, he was in my arms, a living prayer. angie once again calls those mountains home, with her own trio of dreams making beautiful messes at her feet. and i brim with conviction that good things bloom there. wildflowers, hope, etc.
You are radiant! Absolutely stunning. Those mountains look good on you (:ReplyDelete
Such beautiful, beautiful words, Alexa. Words to live by. xReplyDelete
Every single one of these photos is my new favorite photo.ReplyDelete
This is the place! Come back! Haha. It was so, so good to have you. I love that our dreams have come true and it is so, so sweet doing motherhood beside you.ReplyDelete
Also these PICTURES 😍😍😍ReplyDelete