It's a Beautiful Day

So, to steal a line from U2, I don't think I could describe the day any better. It started off with a 5:30 am phone call. I know to many of you this sounds terrible, but to me, it can only mean one thing, work is calling to see if I want to say home. I did not hesitate, my answer was yes. Cort and I slept until 9:30, it was much needed and I felt as good as new. Then after a trip to the gym, I went to lunch and a movie with Wendy. I was loving every second. When we walkecd out of the movie, the weather had changed from rainy and overcast to 68 degrees and the sun shining. I just soaked it in. I drove home with the windows down and the radio blasting.



I pulled into the driveway and saw my brother's car. Odd, but I'm always happy to see Dallin. My mom was here too, she picks up the boys on Wednesdays. I walked into the house and Cort said, "Mom, Dad is here. Come see." I of course rolled my eyes and followed him down the hall. There were some bags in the hall, but I was expecting some things in the mail from Levi. Then when we came back down the hall, Levi was standing on the stairs. To say the least, I was surprised. It is still very sureal and I am not sure what else to say about it. We then headed over to the baseball field to surprise Luke. I will never be able to express the joy in that little boys face when he walked to the dugout and realized his Dad was sitting on the bench. The only regret I have was not seeing the look on Cort's face when he spotted his Dad.

He is only home for 5 days and then has to report for duty again, but he is oficially home from Iraq, safe and in one piece. I don't think I can ask for anything more than that. It truly is a Beautiful Day.

I know you're wondering what I am doing on the computer, but I currently have a great view of 2 little boys wrestling with their dad for the first time in 10 months. Just typing it brings tears to my eyes.