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Today I ate at Joe Veras (Mexican Food). Yesterday at The El Salvadorian (I think its food from El Salvador). The day before that The India Palace (Indian Food?). And just around the corner I work at Rooster, and I ate there tonight (Dumplings).
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Snow and I.
Dear Mr. Snow, I know we have had our outs in the past, and that things haven't always been, well, warm between us. But I finally have realized, that I love you. I love driving in you. I am sad when you finally melt away and leave the ground dry and boring.
Maybe its because you remind me of a home a love. But I remember the first time you and I met. No, not the time in Flagstaff when I was a kid and you had been on the ground for a long time. I mean when I was 12, and I woke up to my first, fresh fallen snow. The morning light hit you and you sparkled. Just like glitter.
Last night you came down pretty hard when we were driving home from PC. But I kind of loved it. Although you sometimes make me afraid for my life, I like you. Not year round or anything, I mean we all need our space. But when your here, I am pretty happy about it.
We are friends you and I.
Sincerely,
Amy Jo
What I am saying is, "Utah, I don't hate you because of the snow, I realize I actually like having seasons."
A Girl Named 'Chuck'. 1.11.11.
I counted sixteen balloons as they rose into the solemn sky. They stood out plainly against the gray clouds as the balloons were a light-baby-girl-pink. That is, save one deep pinkish-fuchsia balloon that drifted higher then the others, leading the way for the other balloons to follow. We all laughed when Shannon, 2 year old cousin of Charlotte, mourned the loss of her balloon while we were mourning the loss of sweet baby Charlotte AKA Chuck. I watch as a few of the children run to Whitney and Matt (Chuck's parents) to hug them. Behind me I could hear the sweet impromptu of a hymn sang by a loving Grandfather and two adoring uncles. Silence fell upon everyone present as we relished in our thoughts and the reverence of the moment at hand.
Eventually, little by little, we all left to give Whitney and Matt some time alone with their daughter. As me and my dad walked back to our car, I focused on the crunching snow under my feet as I reflected on the week I just watched my family endure. I look to Chuck's parents with admiration, love and respect. I thought about the strength they had, the positivity, and gratitude they exemplified through out this time. They looked for their "big fish" and saw the blessings the darkest of times. Just like the deep-pinkish-fuchsia balloon, they have lead the way for the rest of us to follow.
