Merry Christmas to all from Utah! The day started with a fantastic breakfast, opening gifts with the puppies, a long nap under warm blankets and a sunset hike by the lake. Settling in for evening Christmas movies. Perfect.
Christmas Eve. There is no snow at our house so we went up to Bridal Veil falls....still no snow so we headed up to Sundance. Also trying to take a selfie with 2 dogs is not the easiest thing in the world!
My mom Anita Carroll is a wizard with a needle and thread. It makes me so happy every year to have her work be the best part of the Christmas decor....and this year I finally framed the angel!
Day 2: Massages at the spa, then Downtown Park City was too crowded although we did get fabulous sourdough, so we got in the car and meandered to Brighton, Solitude, Guardsman Pass, and Jen and Andrew joined us for dinner! (Sunday was Jen's birthday). Gorgeous.
One year. I can't believe it. It seems like yesterday and an eternity all at the same time. I'm grateful to be here with my sisters to remember, to cry, to laugh, and to tell him how he's missed and how much we wish he were here to sit with us and tell stories. I love you dad, and I miss you every day.
Demain, dès l’aube, à l’heure où blanchit la campagne,
Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m’attends.
J’irai par la forêt, j’irai par la montagne.
Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps.
Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées,
Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit,
Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées,
Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit.
Je ne regarderai ni l’or du soir qui tombe,
Ni les voiles au loin descendant vers Harfleur,
Et quand j’arriverai, je mettrai sur ta tombe
Un bouquet de houx vert et de bruyère en fleur.
-Victor Hugo
Tomorrow at dawn, at the hour that whitens the countryside,,
I will leave. You see, I know you’re waiting for me.
I will go through the forests, I will go by the mountain.
I cannot stay away from you any longer.
I will walk with my eyes fixed on my thoughts,
Not seeing anything outside, not hearing any noise,
Alone, unknown, back bent, hands crossed,
Sad, and the day for me will be like the night.
I will not look at the gold evening falling,
Nor at the far off boats sailing towards Harfleur,
And when I arrive, I will put on your grave
A bunch of green holly and heather in bloom.
