I don't know how to begin this entry. Or how to end it. Or what belongs in the middle.
This weekend, Rebecca and I drove up to Florence Oregon to spend the weekend on the coast, reflecting. Rebecca's grandmother passed away on the 28th, the same day that five years earlier my friend Mckell died. Usually this trip is refreshing; I enjoy the smell of the coast and the beauty of it refreshes my senses. This time drained me and there were several times when I just wanted him back in my life.
The drive was mostly uneventful. After a busy week of school, we left Thursday afternoon and drove all night long. At 8am, we pulled into Florence and went straight to the south jetty, watching the sun rise over the lower clouds and the turbulent waves. It has been really pleasant to come to Oregon with Rebecca; she makes this experience more bearable/enjoyable.
We talked a great deal with the Brockbanks and the Woodards. We drove all Sunday long to come back to Utah and had a hard time waking up this morning. Rebecca's arms are still sore from going rock climbing with the young women last week, but we're trying to get back into "normal life."
Just a last FYI, I was accepted into the Springville Art Museum bi-annual art show. This is good news because now I can do other shows there.
Take care of yourselves,
Wayne and Rebecca
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