To Whom It May Concern:

To Whom It May Concern:

I am alive and well. I did return home to my home, husband and children. I did not flee from the responsibilities that awaited me upon my return to AZ. I had the most wonderful time in Utah with my mom, sister, brother in law, and wonderful nephew. Notice that I said NEPHEW. Not NEPHEWS. That is because my new nephew wanted me to see him when he has a few more tricks up his sleeve. According to Piper, by the time we get to see him, he will be army crawling. And so it was, he stayed tucked safely in the confides of his little tiny mama’s comfy “futrus” [fy-oo-trus] [Lennon-ism] until I was back in AZ for a few days and then decided that he would make his grand entrance into this world. I am trying not to be offended by a newborn baby. But it is hard. I really wanted to be with my sister when she allowed her body, mind and spirit to perform the ultimate act of bravery, respect, and love to get little Kyan to this world. I really wanted to smell his newness and breathe in his Spirit, touch his soft new baby skin, and especially feel the thinness of the veil that a new baby creates just by being born. Disappointed is a good word to describe how I feel. However, the disappointment doesn’t even hold a candle to the GRATITUDE that I feel at having the opportunity to spend some time with my sister and her beautiful little family just before they welcomed a long awaited member to their tribe. Really, the waiting was really special, exciting, and peaceful. It was a fun time. Target (times 6), walks in the woods and around the block, drives through the canyons, rides on the scooter (me, not Brandi), dinner and visits with grandparents, lots of hugs from Daysen, a shower first thing every day, shaved legs the whole time, (it was a luxury that Ryan didn’t get to enjoy), started and finished a really good book, visited an old friend in her charming abode, enjoyed Jen's (the best neighbor ever) broccoli chicken casserole (don’t think Mormon broccoli chicken casserole, think fresh and bursting with interesting flavors), talks on the phone with my little monkeys, an uplifting church service with my mom and sister which consisted of listening through sacrament, then listening through Sunday school, and yet again, listening through Relief Society. Church with Crue doesn’t permit listening these days. It was refreshing. The whole trip. Refreshing. Baby Kyan is here and safe and, from what I hear, very handsome and perfect in every way. Brandi is peaceful and pleased with her sweet baby, Jahde is still an amazing little daddy, and Daysen is the most special little kid you could know. Kyan is lucky to have him for a brother. Excited, prepared, and proud is Daysen, indeed. I arrived back home to Obama, a Mullet-headed princess, Piper, Crue and Ryan. Ryan had to mediate for Crue and I, as Crue had NO IDEA who I was for about 15 minutes. It was great to be welcomed home by the little people that I love most in this world (and the big person that I love most in this world). Family really is everything. It is good to be home. (although I wouldn’t be opposed to making a 10 day trek to Utah sans children an annual tradition).