Last weekend, I finally got to take Cody to Hatch. I have only been talking it up for about five years or so – so, heeeey. It’s a tiny, almost-town in southern Utah just outside Bryce Canyon. I’m pretty biased, but I think it’s the actual best place in the world. It’s peaceful, simple, and purely good. Many of the people I love and remember there have long since passed, but my great-grandfather’s house still stands. And with it, something else. Something way too much for words.
Luckily for us, it went the, “Oh my gosh, you too?!” route.
Hatch is my home, even more than Kaysville is my home. And to share it with this kid, was beyond a dream come true.
What was even better, though, is that he not only got to experience it, but he understood what he was experiencing.
It was a packed weekend of hot springs, winking stars in black skies, lunch-buffets, cobblers, and meat comas. Ron Swanson would’ve been proud. We hiked Red Canyon, danced, laughed, cried, and OH. We got engaged.
Did you ever go to take a self-timer picture and accidentally agree to film your own proposal? Anyone? Anyone? He is sneaky.
I won’t give you the play-by-play of what was said the moment I agreed to marry Cody, because the quiet of that moment is ours. But I am stoked to tell our kids how their mom tried to get engaged with the wrong hand – and how I was so shocked I interrupted twice, trying to pull him up by the hand in confusion. “What are you doing?? What are you DOING?” Yes, I am a sweet little lamb.
But instead of all the nitty-gritties, I’ll give you a home video – the first of many.
My mom’s parents and grandparents, and even uncles and aunts have passed away. But Hatch is their home too, and although it was just us on the Bird’s Eye trail, we had company in that canyon. Up in the red rock, the pine trees, under the clear sky, there was whole host of family around – those who’d gone before and those to come.
The amount of love and excitement we felt from our heavenly audience – before making a single phone call – reminded me what it is to be family. Our happiness was theirs. Unselfish, non-judgmental, unfettered excitement, for us. That’s what it is to be family. It reminded me how wonderful mine is – the ones I have and the ones I’m gaining.
And on the hike down, our knees covered in red mud from a prayer of gratitude, I thought how excited I am to share in the happiness of this kid and how excited I am to someday be thrilled for our family as they discover the missing members of their own.
I am so happy to have found mine.