Epic is the only way to explain how amazing Fort Bridger was this year.
Do you ever have moments in your life where everything isn't necessarily perfect but completely perfect in it's own way? And you wish someone was recording it so you could remember every little detail?
Setting up camp in wind gusts as high as 50+ mph. Hilarious.
Playing duck-duck-goose, hide and seek, tag and so many other fun games with my nieces and nephews.
Listening to Lili say "I love you, Aunt Nanny! I love you, Aunt Nanny!" over and over and over. To which I'd reply, "I love you, Lili bug!!"
Laying next to my Grandma, listening to her sing some of her old favorite songs and talk about all the wonderful things to come. It was one of the most special things and I may or may not have soaked her pillow with silent tears.
And I'm his wifey.
Talking about perhaps running away and starting a farm and growing a garden that we live off of...maybe some cows and chickens, and just being completely self sufficient and secluded from all the worldly hustle and bustle.
Not to mention just relaxing and enjoying the breeze and peace of living in the "wild."
Admiring the way Matthew plays with his nieces and nephews. He's going to be an amazing father some day.
Remembering all my past Fort Bridger memories, running and playing games in the gazebo and fields with my friends and family.
Staying up so late the last night roasting marshmallows, singing song after song, laughing and joking, playing games like "When I cross the plains...", cooking peach cobbler (realizing how delicious said cobbler was and starting a completely new batch) and devouring it completely, and then finally going to bed to have the best nights rest ever.
The sweet sorrow that comes with the end of a perfect trip.