I travelled to Seattle for Sally & Cresap’s wedding this weekend.  It was a family Bonanza of magnanimous proportions.

In the time that those two lovebirds have been together I have literally dated, broken up, dated again, married, divorced, and dated again.  Those two are rock solid and it’s beautiful to see the life and love they have made for themselves over the better part of a decade.

It puts things in perspective to say the least.  It was a most moony affair, with a chill in the air, stars overhead, sparkle lights, a lumberjack-skinnyjeans/waif dress-winter scarf band, bountiful pie and beer, and second to none company.  It was the kind of night that brings to mind the word fortune.

I have had two great loves in my life, my family (the God-given and chosen kind) and Montana.  And now I’m sitting in an airport choking back tears because I’m leaving one and not headed toward the other.  That sneaky, sneaky universe (or TSA?) very subtly placed my SLC gate right next to the BZN one.  So that hasn’t tugged on the heart strings at all!

I literally came up with the plan of flying to Montana instead of SLC so that I could touch down, feel a little MT earth under my feet, rent a car and drive back to Salt Lake.  Only after spontaneously combusting,  shedding one single tear, and quite bravely holding back countless more, have I been able to appreciate the ridiculousness of my ways.  So now I am lucky number one million on the stand-by list trying my hand at making my way…home.