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February 12, 2015

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.

There’s a certain in-your-stomach, flighty-feeling of sharing your favorite things with someone who matters to you. Don’t tell me you’ve never felt convinced that the world needed to hear a song, or that someone had to see a certain movie to understand you. And don’t tell me you’ve never been THAT guy, back-peddling about your passion out of sheer fright upon presentation, like, “But if you don’t like it, I totally won’t be offended. It’s not really your thing. Ummm.” Am I right, or am I right? It can go one of two ways when you show someone the pieces of yourself.

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.

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Anna February 12, 2015 at 7:37 pm

Crying. This is so touching and there's such a purity in your relationship. (I don't even know the guy, but I JUST KNOW.) So, so happy for you, Shelby.

Sheral Wilson February 12, 2015 at 8:45 pm

I tried to comment, I forgot to log in, but if this comment is a repeat… only publish the first one!
Beautiful! I wondered who ran the video… CODY! You sneaky devil you! (P.S. Good job dude, this was a perfect proposal for our Shelby!) I'm excited for May!

Syd.elise February 12, 2015 at 9:53 pm

Hi, I commented like a million times. Cuz I thought it didn't work. Kbye.

Syd.elise February 12, 2015 at 9:53 pm

THIS IS SO GOOD. YOU ARE SO GOOD! You two are perfect for each other and I just can't wait for you liiiiiiife!

nimbus February 13, 2015 at 2:24 am

That was a great video. Ron Larsen

Tori B February 13, 2015 at 5:28 am

Raise your hand if you cried. (Raises hand)

Shelby February 19, 2015 at 6:08 am

yes yes yes yes yes!

Brad February 4, 2016 at 12:47 am

HATCH! Like Hatch, next-to-Panguitch Hatch?! My grandpa grew up in Hatch! Like his whole life!

I can't say that I know Hatch as well as yourself, but I have stayed a night or two there in the Edward Turek family house (what we call 'the Hatch House'), and can appreciate but a smidgen of the nostalgia.

Thanks for the great post,


P.S. You probably don't know me because we haven't met… but Ashleigh told me about your blog and suddenly I found myself reading… all of it. (Also: Has Ashleigh's extreme speech and writing style rubbed off on me yet? Yes. It's "the WORST!")


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