regrets & Remembering
Wednesday, May 27, 2009 at 08:49AM I don't have many regrets in life, but there are a definite few.
Like the time I was coerced into asking an ASU boy to my senior year Christmas formal. The Regret: In my ultimate discomfort of awkward angst, I treated the poor guy as less than human for the entire evening.
Or the time I wore a dress. And walked over an air vent that revealed my legs and unimagineables to everyone who happened to be in between classes on that fine day in front of BYU's Kimball Tower.
Or the time I saw a whole herd (seriously, what's the official term here?) of Harley's picnicking at a park in Prescott, Arizona. I hardly remember why I was there, but I do remember having an extraordinary urge to walk into their midst and see if anyone would give me a quick ride. And I nearly acted on the inclination. Shouldn't riding on the back of a Harley be on any good bucket list?
Well, that regret was resurrected to my mind on our weekend trip when I saw this. I was hoping to come in for a close-up, but the traffic stars did not align. But, seriously. The man had horns on his bike helmet.
And I definitely thought...If I were a biker chic, I just might want horns, too. Wouldn't you?!
Every Memorial Day weekend the Scotts head to Luna to visit and clean graves at the little cemetery on the hill. It is where Jim's brother Jayson is buried. And I really can't think of a more lovely and peaceful resting spot.
Aidan raked. Aggressively. Until T stepped in with a gentler hand.
Davyn trailed the grandmas and Tasha, placing new flowers around headstones.
...and hopped on a horse for the first time ever. Seeing the lack of saddle and gear, I think he was a little nervous. When Michael asked if he wanted to get on, D's wary query was, "is it Wild?". Indeed it was not. But he was still anxious to get back off. Aidan, on the other hand, wanted to ride down the road. I can't imagine feeling secure hopping on a horse bareback style.
My biggest regret of the weekend was asthma. And the current state of my organizational skills. In the helter skelter scurry of getting packed up for our weekend in Luna, I forgot my breathing machine and inhaler. So our trip had to be cut short when lungs got tight and breathing became labored on Sunday afternoon. Staying with the chance of a full-on attack simply wasn't worth the risk to me.
My poor little guys were heartbroken. Aidan sobbed when Jim started packing up a day early. "I...I...I just want to stay in Luna....forever." In our own beds on Monday morning. D asked me where he was going to grow up. "Um...here, with me, in Queen Creek," was my uncertain reply. To which he said, "Oh. I just wish I could grow up in Luna." I love that they love our yearly trips, their grandmparents, their cousins, the forest. These are days they will always Remember..ones that will forever be curtained in the shimmery magic of childhood as they look back over the years.
Reader Comments (15)
I don't know that I could pull off wearing a helmet with horns.
Your boys are so sweet.
So blessed for you all to have Luna and family and lovely traditions. (So sorry about the asthma!)
I'm with Tiff -- if the horned helmet comes to fruition, we need pictures.
I am so sorry about your asthma! I loved all the pics of your boys in Luna. Too bad it had to be cut short, but I'm glad the weekend didn't dissolve into an ER visit for you.
I thought your helmet would have had a crown?
What a beautiful way to spend the weekend. I'm sorry it was cut short.
So sad about the asthma! I didn't realize you had a breathing machine and everything. Probably a good call to return to medical help.
April is so right -- everyone needs a place where they always wish they could be! (Mine is my grandparents' house.)
Love the horns. We saw one yesterday with a mowhawk. The helmet. Not the rider. Though he may have had one too, covered by the helmet. If I had a mowhawk helmet, I would also wear a mowhawk hair-do, I think.