Yesterday Abe, Clark, Bethany and I got into our car and drove out of a dream. We had just arrived home from a two day dream vacation to the Utah Shakespeare Festival with our dear friends, the Flynns.
No, I'm not kidding. We really did fly to Cedar City on a private jet! This was at least half the thrill of this trip. I loathe flying-- but not in a super posh, quiet private jet. Ooh, la la.
We didn't have a car (didn't need one), rather we enjoyed walking around the charming area surrounding the Festival. I love where I live and don't want to move-- but I think I could be talked into Cedar City. It's small town, but with loads of culture. At least that's how it seems to me--having never actually lived there.
AND IT'S A GOOD THING WE DID!
Because it stopped raining as soon as we got back to our seats. That's okay-- there will be other opportunities to wear my jacket. But will I be matching with my friend?
We saw a matinee of Peter and the Starcatcher which was great fun. Our play ended around 4:30
And we woke from our dream as we got into our van to go pick up kids from my parents' house, who were so kind to watch Elinor, Faith, Cannon, and George for two days.
And he was too.
Thank you to the Flynns for the incredible gift! And thank you to Grandma and Grandpa for taking care of the other kids. We are so thankful!
Oh, and thank you to Abe, who was our personal paparazzi, snapping pictures of us at every turn and so thoroughly documenting our trip.
Flying in a private jet and being stalked by the paparazzi-- now I know how Kate Middleton must feel.