I recently returned home from a 2 week trip to Utah to attend my sis's wedding. She was stunning, He was a prince, it was perfect; if not for an anaphylactic scare and ambulance ride with Maya the day after I arrived in Pine Valley (another story for another time). To be brief, Maya is doing fine in Pine Valley, chasing Chester around and enjoying the beautiful outdoors. We decided to leave her there after what her poor body endured and bought tickets back to Utah for the beginning of July. Poor Brett hasn't seen her since the beginning of June and honestly, I think it will be so much easier leaving London now that we will have our little papaya there at the airport waiting for us.
London without Maya is definitely a lonely one. Brett has one more final, and my job is to pack up our flat into six large pieces of luggage by Friday for the couple moving in on Saturday. We are very much looking forward to our trip to Ireland (Happy Anniversary to us!) and a few more sights around London, just the two of us. The thought of flying solo (without a papaya on our laps) lifts a thousand pounds off my shoulders. On my flight to Utah, I became abruptly aware of Maya's sudden motion sickness during landing in Washington-Dulles as she threw up all over herself, me, her blanket, and luckily the aisle instead of a person. We did not smell good standing in that customs line.
“My dear brothers and sisters, we would do well to slow down a little, proceed at the optimum speed for our circumstances, focus on the significant, lift up our eyes, and truly see the things that matter most. Let us be mindful of the foundational precepts our Heavenly Father has given to His children that will establish the basis of a rich and fruitful mortal life with promises of eternal happiness.”
