Eventful Week

This has been quite the week.

We purchased 3 day passes for Disneyland almost a year ago from Travis Air Force Base and had to use them before the end of September when they expired. With the three day Labor Day weekend, we decided that we’d take a road trip. Ammon protested the entire way there. In the past after the first 20 minutes of being somewhere new, he usually decides that it’s not that bad after all. Apparently Disneyland is not the happiest place on Earth for my children though. However, I think they enjoyed themselves more than they’d admit. Ammon would definitely prefer being at home with his Legos and made it known.

Here are picture of our visit to Disneyland…

After returning home, Nathan was asked to conduct a Finance inspect for the Reno Air National Guard. Apparently someone had cancelled last minute and they need him as their replacement. Within hours of being asked, he was packed and on his way to Pennsylvania for a training and off to Reno to conduct the inspection. This may seem silly, but the whole event has really made me ponder life and realize just how precious it can be. I never imagined when I woke up that morning that I wouldn't see Nathan again for several days. Trying to explain this whole situation to the kids was ever more challenging.

Driving home that day I was feeling a little sorry for myself, the kids and I saw a horrible car accident that also involved a motorcyclist that died on the scene. Traffic was horrible driving home, back-to-back stop and go with six cop cars along the side of the freeway with only one lane of traffic open. When I drove by the car and smashed up motorcycle I quickly realized that something serious had happened earlier...

To top it off I received a call from the school principal who wanted to discuss the incidents that occurred on Friday with Ammon. Small transitions are tough so having Nathan gone so suddenly was very difficult for him. That being said, Friday was a very difficult day for him.

I'm just grateful that Nathan will be home eventually and we'll be excited to see him walk through the door when he returns. My heart goes out to the family of the motorcyclist who won't be able to experience that again. I guess we should all count our blessing, huh?