I think Sun Valley must be right in the middle of Heaven. Every spring as long as I have memories this is where I find my family.
Yes, it must be Heaven.
Do you know the kind of place when the sun is setting in the late spring and the pollen is dusting the air and the mountains are crisp because they are still hatted with snow? A place you have all to yourself and you can follow in your footprints in the grasses from yesterday? A place where the cottage still has the same sheets on the same bed and the kitchen still uses the same dish you make your Mom's birthday cake in year after year after year?
This year it was for Her 60ith and we were all there. All of the Garner Girls and their Guy brother. We were each allowed to bring our last (or only) born child, only out of responsibility of course, and only because they could be put to bed early so we could sit around the table for a mad game of spoons and eat an entire 5 pound bag of skittles til 3 am.
Sixty years must feel good. Especially here.
Happy Birthday to my dear sweet Mom.
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